#imperialevent1

[cecilixsms-blog]

uneasiness settled in her bones like an unwanted intruder, shedding ice into the once hopeful behavior cecilia had sported. she’d been close to one of the verandas, sipping wine and conversing with her betrothed when the word spread like the plague. the queen of france was missing, her escort dead. she searched frantically then - for her brother or her guard but found none. all resources were poured into the french queen’s retrieval. “how could this happen?” she felt the words escape her mouth, the tension shattering her usually satin soft tone.

[anscl-blog1]

he of course didn’t know what to expect of such an event - but utter boredom was certainly not the cause. those french noble women were easy to impress, and the men seemed too quick to drunkness. the party was ending before it even began, and ansel found himself leaning against one of the pillars, the hallways carrying the sound of music hauntingly as he stared ahead at the stars that seemed to dance with the music too. “i sure hope the negotiations are not as stale as this party is.”