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.