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[sera-de-medici-blog]

6:00 pm - Seraphina’s chambers

Seraphina de Medici had not made it to the party. A few weeks earlier, as she spoke to people, she had to excuse herself once or twice for coughing, taking little note of it and getting a drink of wine now and then. This had been happening for the past couple of days. She constantly had coughing fits, and a bit of nausea. Her fear was that she might be pregnant without having been wed, but this was not the case, for a little while later she bled. She took ill, and retired to her room for the past three days, sitting in her bed and not emerging. The only people who came in to see her were the servants to give her food and take care of her. A doctor now and then as well. 

The day before the party, Seraphina knew exactly what was happening, and locked her chamber doors. Servants knocked, but she croaked out for them to leave her. Eventually, there was no response from within- the servants chalked it up to the lady wishing to have privacy. 

The night of the masquerade ball, servants who were to attend Seraphina tried her door once more. Still locked and with no response, they grew worried. She hadn’t seen a doctor in a while, and her attendance at the party would definitely be noticed by a few specific suitors whose eye the noblewoman had caught. A few guards agreed to check things out. They rammed their shoulders into the door several times until it finally splintered and they forced it open. Immediately, there was a smell, and the buzzing of flies filled their ears.

Seraphina de Medici, golden hair splayed out on the sheets, was dead.

[allegra-diamante-blog]

Allegra knew what masquerade balls were like. A tradition that ran through her kingdom as often as the festivals that lined various town squares did, Allegra found comfort in them. She knew how to act, how to try to keep her identity hidden if she so chose, and when to reveal. Balls like these brought an element of surprise and fogginess, and although that made Allegra nervous, she hoped for the best. 

Quickly dispatching from from a gossiping throng of elegantly dressed ladies in the back of the ballroom, she made her way closer to the ballroom floor, waiting on the sideline, subtly tapping her foot beneath her elegant, fitted gown, scanning the room for a servant with some type of drink she could have or somebody she could dance or talk to.

[royalmakeda]

"Everything is rather beautiful, isn't it?" Makeda didn't even speak to who she was addressing directly. Her gaze instead flickered around the orange room, drinking in the sights like which she had only ever seen when she was back home, in the grandly decorated rooms of her fathers palace. “The colors are so rich-- the food, equally so. One would wonder where our hosts have been hiding these decorations until now, would they not?”

[dividuntrp-blog]

At 4:00 pm, the masquerade ball had officially started. Noblewomen in large ornamental dresses and dawning their finest makeup were scattered around the court and first level of the castle talking excitedly between one another, giggling, and enjoying their vividly imagined masques. Noblemen spoke loudly, wined and dined, recruited women for a dance or two, and had a jovial laugh with one another. The court was decorated with multicolored candles each on a candlestand with three prongs, casting bright light around each and every corner of the room, not leaving a single space untouched. Decorations hung from the ceiling and wrapped around the walls, almost like yuletide ribbons. If one observed carefully, they could see that there were different themes about the halls of the first floor. The court, by far the most joyous, was mostly bathed in gold. Gold candle wax, gold ornaments, gold ribbon, gold thrones. The surrounding halls and rooms each had their own themes, one as white as the purest cloud of heaven, another orange as the desert sand at sunset. An array of food such as turkey, pork, greens, olives, and other foods was lined up on the far side of the court’s wall, begging the party to visit them. A group of musicians were huddled in a corner at the head of the room and played their merry songs as dresses turned and tossed this way and that to their tunes, men meeting their women’s hands as they danced the day away.

Hopefully, by now, you get the feel of what the party is like. It is over-the-top, sparing no expense, and everything has been done to make sure each person has a delightful time. So, hang loose, dance, drink a little (or a lot) and most-importantly engage in conversations with people you might not usually befriend. After all, it is a masquerade ball. You can be someone completely different!

Please make sure to put all previous threads on hold so that the most can be made out of the limited amount of time you have for the event. Tag all starters using the regular starter tag (#dividuntstart) but also be sure to use the tag (#dividuntevent) and (#dividuntmasquerade). Also, it is encouraged for members to post pictures of their attire, masques, and anything else related to the party using the same tags, minus the starter tag of course. Enjoy!