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Lilith Hathor of Aciras

Good. Everyone was seated. Things seemed to be shaping up well as their food was served. Catching a slight smile from her mother, Lilith would return it with one of her own. She also noticed that a few looks were thrown her way. People analyzing her? Perhaps. Then again, Lilith had been getting used to that sense the day of her birth. Beginning to eat, she would start a conversation with her mother. "So... still no information that you are willing to give of my future husband," she asked in a quiet tone. 

"Oh, Lilith, not this again," the queen responded. 

"Please, mother, just his name? It's killing me not to know."

Alice glanced at her husband. "This is between the two of you," the King responded. 

The Queen just shook her head. "His name is Micah," the woman said. 

Lilith smiled brightly. "Thank you mother." The girl then proceeded to finish her food before sitting quietly at the table. Looking around once more, she would see the differences in all of the royal families. From warriors, to brightly died hair, to rebellious teens like herself, Lil thought that the Ball was bound to be great. She repeated the name over and over in her head. Micah. If the boy was as interesting as his name, Lilith has a feeling she would have no problem with meeting him. People starting to get up from the table and walk towards their rooms, Lilith supposed she would do the same. Getting up and pushing in her own chair, she would see no reason to go upstairs to her room, but proceeded to the Palace Garden instead.

Ember Bane
 
Ember had a decent day over all. Walking around the city, she would make sure all of the paperwork was in order. And, of course, it was. Flashing a smile at the receptionist on her way out of the door, she would begin her walk towards the family house in her usual jeans, leather jacket and black t-shirt. Opening the doors to the house she would hear a howl. Einar, she thought. Hands shaking, she made her way through the house, talking to a few of the guests. He was pissed, that much was evident. They would end up replacing the furniture, that was apparent. Walking to the main room where her fellow werewolf was at she would stop at the entrance to the room, a sympathetic smirk on her face. Seeing him like this, she simply shook her head. "Einar... why are you doing this? The best way to mourn our family is not through means of drunkenness. Now get up off the floor."

The man would most likely rip Ember's head off due to her commentary, but oh well. She supposed it was more than worth it. 

Sable Arabella Santiago

Sable had just got done fixing her father's dinner. "How was work, Papa," the girl asked, handing the man his food. 

"The usual, dear." 

Sable just nodded her head. "Well, I'm off to study," she responded, starting her way up the stairs. Once in her room, Sable did in no way touch her school books, but instead grabbed her sketch book and climbed out of her second story window with her pencils and book in hand to sit on the roof. Opening to the page of her work in progress she would continue to draw until she could hear the faint sound of her father's bedroom door shutting. Climbing back inside to lay her art supplies on the bed, she would do her best to wipe her hands clean on her skinny jeans before pulling her hair back into a high-set ponytail. Great, now she was practically covered in charcoal streaks from head to toe. Oh well. 

Closing her bedroom window she would walk back down the stair before opening up the front door and beginning her walk down the street.

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