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Time: Evening
Location: Danrose Castle
Interactions: @AuthenticTomb Aslam
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Aesthetic: Ball Outfit & Hair


Elena left the dance with Emil with a grimace. She dusted off her suit and fixed her hair with a quiet sigh. That had been one of the creepiest things she had encountered. A dance with a count who worshipped the dark lords wasn’t on her bucket list, but it had happened. Elena thought of what the papers might say and rolled her eyes. As long as her siblings and Amira remained safe, it had been a notable sacrifice. She had at least become diplomatic and left on a fair note–though she hadn’t left the door open for more interactions.

As she perused the dance floor, Elena glanced around for her siblings. They weren’t anywhere to be found, so she crossed over to the side to watch the dancers. Magnus was likely to be with them so she could relax. She grabbed some cookies and a drink to nibble on and distract herself from the horrid start to her evening. There were familiar people but none she dared interrupt so she studied everyone–who was dancing with who, the idle gossip and chitchat around her, and the atmosphere of the room. There was some kind of tension lingering, however King Edin was attempting to smooth it over.

That’s when a dark figure caught her attention: Shehzade Aslam. Elena glanced up at him and for a moment, she admired his features. She smiled politely over at him and waved to catch his attention.

”Good evening, Shehzade.” Elena bowed in the traditional Alidasht fashion. She had read books regarding their customs to prepare for the courting season. ”How are you?”
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Hidden 2 days ago Post by CitrusArms
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Lieutenant James Clearwell

Time: 10th Ignis, Evening
Location: Castle Ballroom - Starry Night Ball
Attire: Formal Attire
Accent: Sorian Merchant Quarter
Interactions: Marina @princess
Mentions: Victoria, Nolan @Remram, Count Calbert, Duke Vikena, Stratya [@me]

That was about all he could sensibly do, to attempt to counteract Victoria’s rumor mill, at least without drawing attention to himself. James made off to get more food, finding himself conveniently famished for more of the royal buffet.

He scanned the ballroom casually as he moved, spotting the important figures.

Duke Vikena and Count Damien. Duke Vikena looked about as ready to make a scene as ever. A lady fled the ballroom, followed by a lord.

Captain Durmand looked concerned. He followed her gaze and found the woman with the hood again. Did the hood mean something to her he was not aware of? Duchess Victoria had moved to the space near the hooded woman and the very tall Alidasht man - was he related to Shehzadi Ranya? Why else would Duchess Edwards move to speak to him, in the middle of her rumor game?

As he approached one of the tables, he saw a familiar figure minus a more familiar figure; Princess Marina, sans Nolan.

James slid up next to the Princess, casual but close. “Princess Marina. You’ve been getting along with my friend, I see. Good. I’m happy to see him making more friends.” He didn’t look up from picking his food, speaking with a tone that might have been him speaking to himself. Soft, difficult to hear for someone further away.

“I come to you in the interest of our good Captain. Yes?” He gave her a moment to understand what he meant, his tone plain and sincere. “Distasteful rumors regarding your brother and his new acquaintance have been spreading. I’ve done what I can to control the damage before it spreads or twists.” He examined a morsel from the buffet and popped it into his mouth. He tasted it, approved, and grabbed more.

No names. That could lay tinder.

He should not implicate Victoria without proof of what she was doing. “Her Excellence seemed particularly concerned with the,” his head turned just slightly, to give direction to the woman the Captain had been concerned with, “hooded woman, just over there, near what I assume to be the rumor mill.”

“Aah, but a squire can only do so much.”
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Hidden 2 days ago Post by AuthenticTomb
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Time: Evening
Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: Aslam's Outfit
Interactions: Elena - @Potter
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Aslam had given a warm farewell and well wishes to his cousins as they left him, politely refusing further company and leave for whatever charming partner they'd dance with tonight. Even as they left, Aslam found a lingering smile on his lips as he held his personal chalice with the colorful liquor inside. He had not expected to connect with his close cousins, first Amira on the voyage here and now Munir. His eyes drifted over the ballroom at the various groups mingling and he felt his dear sister's words echo in the back of his mind.

His expression fell as his lips curved down into a slight frown. He had recipes to follow when he made potions. Detailed notes about the caused and effect of herbs, heating, and distillation. There was his personal espionage core back home where he could track down and receive detailed reports on nearly everyone and everything he wanted. Each had a clear process and expected results with contingencies for failure.

He had become obsessed with protecting his family from danger and when he tried to bring the woman he loved into that family...he fell short. Aslam failed so miserably that he found her like that. Killed like that, because of him.

Everything was so uncertain. The pressure of the emotions he let bubble under his calm surface brought forth a headache. Aslam slide a hand inside a small pouch sewn into his robes and pulled a small glass vial. He uncapped it and with a discreet motion poured the faint pink powder into his cup. He swirled it around in his hand watching carefully until it all dissolved and took a long sip. It was one of the first creations he made. A non-magical medicine he had developed for his father that helped with headaches with higher thirst being the only true side effect.

Aslam let out a long sigh as he looked back up into the crowd. Be a man who is will to be found. Aslam muttered something Ranya had spoke to him, the only one he had ever told of his pain of losing the woman he loved. He wanted to hide in his lab, protect Alisdaht from the shadows, and....be forgotten.

However, someone did find him in the middle of his melancholy. A pair of striking blue eyes met his own that seemed to ask for his attention. He made sure to empty his chalice and let out a low exhale. "Alright, dear sister. I will open myself once more, just for tonight." His eyes flicked over to see if he could find Ranya, and then made his way over to Elena.

"Good evening to you, my lady." Aslam returned the greeting with his own bow, sticking to his own tradition as an appreciation of her apparent efforts to learn his customs. It brought a faint smile to his lips. Gods knew it had nothing to do with the woman's beauty. Absolutely not. "It has grown considerably better now that I am in your company. I am Shehzade Aslam. May I have your name?" There was something striking about the figure she posed in her attire. He was quite a fan of black with gold accents.
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Magnus Pawonska

Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: Attire: Starry Night Attire
Interactions: @ChrysAmira @Infinite CosmosMunir


If she knew exactly the kind of face she was making would she realize that she was blushing like him?

Magnus had felt his cheeks gently glowed red in response to the heat that boomed in her own cheeks. It was a far more intense reaction than he had anticipated, far more honest than what he would have come to expect from these courts. Then again, perhaps he should have expected it from a woman that so clearly wore her heart on her sleeve.

For just that moment, he silently stared at her back unsure how to proceed as this was not what he had planned at all. It was supposed to be as simple as checking on her and reassuring her that she had not made a fool of herself, not become bewitched by her.

And yet when he heard a voice from behind he silently cursed it only to see that the voice belonged to the man that had spoken to his sister earlier. However, he hid his annoyance with a charming smile. At the very least he now had a name to the face. Well, veiled face.

Magnus cleared his throat. "I merely followed after her due to concern. However, it turns out her company is pleasant to keep." His blue eyes stole a glance from her with just the briefest smile before turning his sights back to the man. "Magnus Pawonska. I believe you've recently become acquainted with my sister, Nora Pawonska. The woman in the red dress." It was a simple acknowledgement followed by a smile just as simple.

He cared little for the man's reputation as a rake nor would he forcibly insert himself between Munir and Nora if anything were to become of their meeting. She deserved to have her fun and if it grew into something more then great. If he should break her heart though then he would find something else would be broken too. Such thoughts though were not appropriate for tonight.

"Have you come to cool your head as well or was concern your main motivation?" He asked with a raised brow.
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Hidden 1 day ago Post by Infinite Cosmos
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Munir smiled as he quietly took the measure of the pair before him. It was almost amusing. Had anyone else wandered onto the balcony at this precise moment, they would have found enough to kindle yet another rumor to feed the inferno already consuming the ballroom. Fortunately for them, Munir knew his own reputation. No one in their right mind would believe him if he marched back into the ballroom, commandeered the orchestra, and proclaimed that Lord Magnus Pawonska and Shehzadi Amira Kadir had done nothing more scandalous than enjoy one another's company while standing perhaps a touch too close.

"Lord Pawonska. It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. To say I came out here to catch my breath would be... a rather creative interpretation of the truth. I merely noticed my cousin being cornered by a gentleman of your... impressive stature and thought it only proper to introduce myself." His gaze briefly shifted toward Amira, noting she had already restored the respectable distance expected between herself and a gentleman. "Ah... Lady Nora. Well... I do intend on asking for her hand..." Munir allowed the sentence to linger just long enough for its more scandalous meaning to bloom before the corner of his mouth curled into a grin. "...for a dance. Though now you've made me curious. Am I expected to seek permission from her elder brother first? Is that the custom in Caesonia? If so, Lord Magnus, would you grant me the honor of asking your sister to dance?" He chuckled softly. "In any case, I should probably ask the lady herself before negotiating terms with her family. We are gentlemen, after all."

Turning back to Amira, his expression softened. "Cousin, I am glad to see you're smiling again. Please enjoy the rest of your evening." Leaning in just enough for only her to hear, he added with perfect seriousness, "And if Lord Pawonska should trouble you in even the slightest way... drive your knee upward with confidence. I can personally guarantee he'll rethink every decision that led him to that moment." Straightening again, he offered Magnus an innocent smile. "Nothing personal, Lord Pawonska. Merely encouraging healthy self-defense." A wink to Amira followed. "Now then... you two behave yourselves."

Leaving the pair to their moonlit conversation, Munir made his way farther across the balcony, arriving just in time to find Lord Roman Ravenwood speaking with Lady Nora Pawonska. Greeting the larger man first with a friendly slap between the shoulder blades, he grinned. "Lord Ravenwood. I trust the evening has been treating you well. Unless my instincts have abandoned me completely, which thankfully, they seldom do. I would wager I've arrived just after you've asked Lady Pawonska for a dance. Interesting. I confess, I never quite pictured you as the sort to indulge in ballroom dancing."

Only then did he turn fully toward Nora. Offering her a respectful bow, Munir extended one gloved hand with effortless confidence. "Lady Pawonska. Might I have the honor of claiming the dance immediately following Lord Ravenwood's? I shall do my absolute best to follow what I can only assume will be an extraordinary dance with something... equally memorable." The familiar glint of mischief returned to his eyes as his hand remained patiently outstretched. "What do you say?"
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Hidden 1 day ago → 24 hrs ago Post by princess
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Time: Evening
Location: Ballroom
Attire: Outfit
Interaction: @Potter Olivia @Oso Cassius @Remram Nolan





“You’ve got these too tight.”

Charlotte’s attention drifted downward, pulled from the labyrinth of her mind by the sound of that gentle voice of his.

Until that moment, her mind had been everywhere at once. With Lorenzo, with the king, with every terrible possibility that had bloomed from one moment into ten more.

She had needed to take the time to think. She had needed to sort through what had just happened, what Lorenzo had done, what Edin had said, what it meant, whether she should go to Lorenzo, whether she should scold him, comfort him, drag him home by the sleeve, or simply sit very still until her mind stopped feeling so loud.

But then she heard that voice... and looked down and saw Cassius Damien kneeling there.

The world seemed to blur so completely that the ballroom might have been painted around them—all except for Cassius. Charlotte stared at him as he adjusted the strap of her shoe, her eyes falling first to his hands.

Those hands had known violence. There were scars over his knuckles and roughness along his fingers, remnants of days of blades and fists and survival, and yet they handled her with such careful attention that for a moment she felt precious.

As if this small discomfort was not too small for him to notice.

As if her pain did not have to be grand or bloody or tragic to deserve his care.

And somehow that undid her more than any grand declaration could have.

Her gaze lingered there, watching his fingers work with patience. Then her eyes climbed, slowly, to his face.

Strands of black and silver had fallen forward, nearly veiling him from her, but there was no hiding a face like Cassius Damien’s. The light found him anyway, catching along his cheek, the bridge of his nose, the shadow of his lashes.

He was painfully beautiful, and she had always thought so.

Charlotte could see his eyes through the loose fall of his hair, storm-gray and dark beneath the lashes, focused on her.

Only her.

The realization moved through her in such a way that it hurt, though it was gentle all the same.

For days, there had been a voice in the back of her mind warning her to be sensible. To remember that a man's touch did not always mean safety, that wanting something did not make it hers, that a heart had a way of ignoring the signs if it was lonely enough.

She had told herself not to let him become a place she returned to when everything else felt unbearable.

But he had become that anyway, hadn’t he?

And he kept coming back to her, too.

He could have gone anywhere in that ballroom at this point. He could have leaned against a wall with that wicked smirk he did and found a woman eager to be ruined by him before the night was done. He could have smiled once, spoken in some sultry tone, and had half the room wondering what it would be like to be chosen by him.

And yet here he was, kneeling in front of her, before his father, before them all, and he was fixing her shoes.

There should have been fear in that moment: fear of consequence, fear of danger, fear of what it meant to look at him and feel something so vast and strange blooming beneath her ribs that she scarcely knew how her body could hold it. But fear did not come.

Charlotte’s lips parted, her eyes soft and tender compared to just moments ago. She felt her eyes sting, but a smile formed on her lips as a single thought crossed her mind.

Oh, there you are.

She knew his mouth was moving. She saw the shape of words, saw the way his gaze shifted toward Lorenzo, saw him rise and bring his chair nearer. She felt him offer his hand beneath the table, and her fingers found his.

“...Whatever you need…I’m right here, Lottie.”

Her palm came to rest against his face with a gentleness that surprised even her, her thumb brushing along his cheek as her eyes narrowed with the full focus of everything she felt as she whispered to him.

“I was right about you… You know.”

Her voice was soft, almost wondering, as if she had just discovered this grand truth. But she had always known. No matter what had happened between them... She had known.

She let go of his hand only so she could cup his face with both hands as her expression crumbled, an ache in her eyes that she had not quite shown Cassius before.

“About what I said in Rosegate…”

For a moment, she simply kept looking at him like that.

The ballroom could have burned down around them, and Charlotte was not sure she would have noticed right away.

”Seems like you’re in good hands...Are you okay?”

Charlotte held Cassius’s gaze a moment longer, her smile lingering as if some part of her had not yet woken out of a deep sleep, as if the man before her had somehow captured her in a dream. Then, slowly, she let her hands slip away from his face and turned toward Olivia, blinking as though she had only just realized the world had continued without her.

“Hm?”

Her voice was softer than she realized, still caught somewhere else.
Then her eyes focused, and she seemed to remember herself... though not entirely.

“Oh… yes. I think…” Her gaze flickered briefly back to Cassius, helplessly, before returning to Olivia. “I think I am.”

She thanked her for the wine in a low tone and a smile her way, absentmindedly taking hold of one and taking a sip.

Then a hand fell on her shoulder and she immediately turned her head to glance as a familiar voice reached her ears. "Looks like the night sky is missing a star...Lottie, it's been too long."

Lottie matched his smile with one that was fonder, if such was possible, and she immediately rose to throw her arms around the young man behind her. "Nolan!" She drew him close with the sort of affection that had no room for restraint, as if he were truly her family. One hand slipped up into his hair, just like she used to, and she guided his head against her shoulder and pressed a tender kiss to the top of it.

“Oh, sweet Nolan…” she murmured, holding him there a moment longer than he may have liked, but precisely as long as her heart required. “How I have missed you.”

Her hand smoothed over his hair once before she loosened her embrace enough to look at him properly, though her hands remained on his arms. “Look at you,” she said softly, her eyes moving over his face with fondness. “Still appearing precisely when I need you.”

Her smile turned warmer. “How has the university been treating you? Are they appreciating you properly, or must I write them a very stern letter on your behalf?”

She gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “I heard you were back in town, and I have been so terribly excited to see you. I meant to find you sooner, truly, but…” Her words faded on her tongue as Charlotte's gaze shifted back toward the other side of the ballroom, toward Lorenzo, to find that Calbert was leaving his side.

Relief struck her so much soo that she forgot to finish her sentence.

For a moment, she simply stared, her fingers still resting against Nolan’s sleeve. Only when Calbert slipped away from Lorenzo’s side did Charlotte feel as though she could truly breathe.



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Time: Evening
Location: Ballroom
Mention: Nikolai @Rose
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Ari watched Nikolai disappear into the crowd as the dance floor slowly emptied around her. He was swallowed into the sea of people, gone before she could even respond.

Come back… The thought came so naturally it startled her. Why was she so consumed by wanting to be around him? Perhaps it was because he made her feel safe, but that was his job she supposed. No... that wasn't the reason.

A smile crept onto her lips as warmth blossomed through her chest. It had been building throughout the dance, subtle enough to ignore while she was wrapped up in the dance with him, but now she realized just how... odd she felt. Not bad. Just different. Lighter. Happier.

Taking a single barefooted step, Ari suddenly wobbled as the polished marble beneath her seemed to shift like a wave.

"Whoa..."

Her arms lifted instinctively to steady herself, a quiet laugh escaping before she could stop it. Maybe I drank more than I realized.That had to be it.

She fell into step behind the couples leaving the dance floor, trying to blend in. Each movement felt strangely disconnected, as though she were walking through water. To her, she was moving normally however, in reality, her pace had slowed to an awkward, wobbling shuffle. Someone brushed past her shoulder and as she turned to avoid them, she bumped into another guest nearly knocking them into a table.

"Oh... I'm sorry." Her apology dissolved into another soft giggle, making her blink in confusion. Why was that funny? The women scoffed, grabbing the hem of her skirt before sauntering off.

Ari lingered for a moment, watching the ballroom shimmer around her. Candlelight blurred into warm golden halos, laughter sounded brighter, and every face seemed softer somehow. The knot of worry she'd carried over Callum all evening quietly unraveled, slipping through her thoughts like sand between her fingers. She tried to grasp it again, to remember why she'd been so anxious.

... but she couldn't.

Instead, an overwhelming sense of warmth and happiness settled over her, so effortless it almost made her laugh again "...I really did drink too much," she murmured to herself with an amused shake of her head. Then her eyes lifted once more, searching the sea of faces for Nikolai, suddenly certain that finding him again felt like the most important thing in the world.
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Time: Evening of Ignis 10
Location: Danrose Castle
Mentions: Thea @Tae and Ariella @SilverSpring



”Until tonight then, my love.

The words still stuck with him, even as the dance had long since ended. Drake found his way to the bar, well after a few others had made their trips, and ordered himself a classic – bourbon on the rocks. This wasn’t a drink to simply drown out the night until his planned “meeting” with his love, but he needed something to calm his nerves down after the firestorm that just took place.

He never wanted the moment to end.

Not just for the sake of holding her just a little longer, but so he wouldn’t be pained with the thoughts of his own anxieties clawing their way up to ruin the moment. It could be called performance anxiety in its own twisted form of the word. But he simply felt himself grow…nervous. He wanted that night to be special – to the both of them. And a little liquid courage never did him any harm before. So long as it wasn’t spiked or drugged or poisoned or…Okay Drake, enough. He took a sobering breath before taking a sip of his drink.

She loves you. And she won’t look at you any other way than the way she just did now. Your scars won’t scare her. Your lack of … experience won’t set her off. You are the one she chose to be with. Out of anyone else in the entire country. YOU. So calm yourself and enjoy the night, so you can enjoy the night.

A full mental feud raged on within him. As he furrowed his brows, took another sip, and thought for a moment, he felt his beating heart settle, if only to rattle once more at the vision that filled his mind’s eye.

Her. In all her majesty. In all of her beauty. In all of her elegance, charm, seduction, banter, comfort, and so much more that Drake could go on. But for now, he looked up and found himself snapping into the now. He could tell her as much later. In the present, there was a brother and sister to keep tabs on.

And just as luck would have it, the slight commotion of two ladies bumping into one another led him right to her. Following the huff of the woman who hiked her skirt up and dashed off, Drake began walking towards the now disoriented Ariella. He could see the signs already, eyes glazing over as they glanced around the room. Sadly she would not find Nikolai, but a concerned older brother leaning down to look at her with furrowed brows that usually came with soft chastising. Strangely enough, however, Drake only smiled and offered a gentle question.

”Had a few too many, sister?”

His tone was surprisingly gentle. ”Come. Let us take you somewhere you can rest a little. Then we can get you back to whomever or whatever made you look like you just walked out of a dream.” He offered Ariella his arm and began walking the two towards a nearby seating area.

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