THIS MASKED BALL WAS NOT SOMETHING clár was looking forward to. it was enough to serve the king and queen, but now she was tasked with waiting on the entire guest list? no, she was not happy. the servant dressed as all the others were -- attire that was far more elegant than their normal wear, but that wasn’t a positive. if anything, it was more restrictive all for the sake of blending into the theme of the night. clár had slipped away at some point during the evening to meet with one of the men she’d started a casual relationship with since arriving in sardinia. it consisted of a quick visit to a vacated closet and clár slipping out with slightly disheveled hair back to the hall leading to the main ballroom where, unfortunately, the servant ran into william quite literally. eyes widened in the fear of her insulting some foreign king, she turned in full anticipation to apologize profusely yet calmed when she saw it was the prince. with a small sigh and a nimble hand stroking back a loose strand of hair behind her ear. while she didn’t like william in the slightest, she at least had to be formal with the man that could request his parents to ruin her life. ❝ your royal highness, what are you doing away from the festivities? ❞
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