#tkw;starter

[lordviktorfarrow]

Viktor didn’t trust anyone, not really. Maybe it was simply because he was bitter, or wasn’t overly fond of so much human interaction, pun not intended. Though mere thought made him grin a little to himself and he shook his head. He’d rather be at home, rather than in the midst of so much activity. There was a reason he didn’t leave his home for more than a few days. However, not all of the company he now held was bad in any means. He enjoyed the company of a few people here. 

He looked around the room, glass held in his hand more for show than for anything. The room was a little quieter, since the musicians were taking a break, and he made his way through the hall, trying to make sure not to step on ladies’ dresses or run into anyone. However, he only made it about halfway before he felt a foot tread on his toes and he almost dropped the glass in his hand, but his newest companion wasn’t so lucky, and he felt whatever was in their drink spill on his shirt. “My apologies,” He said, his tone more than a little sarcastic as he took a handkerchief from his pocket to try and clean up his shirt. “I must not have been looking where I was going.” 

[kingadriankadare-blog]

Adrian was ready for the silence that came with his own private rooms. Not that they remained a quiet sanctuary for very long, given the way that servants and advisers alike streamed through the doors during normal waking hours. For now, though, he was doomed to spending what seemed to be an eternity in the presence of other people. He also thought having a ball with what felt like everything was going wrong, was not a good idea. It worked as a good way to unify everyone, but he felt like an impostor. Like a child in a costume. 

He looked out over the revelers, his fingers tapping out a beat along with the song being played, trying to find it in him to go and enjoy the festivities. After all, a few months prior, he would have been among them. He greatly wished that he could go back to that. He turned to look at the person beside him and gave a smile. There was no need for his mood to spoil anyone else’s good time. “Are you enjoying yourself, then?” He asked. 

[princess-with-a-double-life]

The princess’ mind had wondered to the fight of last night though she was in a gown celebrating the coronation. She could not keep her mind off of the rush of it all. Not to mention, Silas Adley. Her smile grew bright as she thought of him and how he won last night. Sometimes, she liked to think of how he might fight for the honor if he only knew who she really was... Or even more, her curiosity to how he might dance if he had been attending the coronation. He couldn’t know who she was though. She couldn’t allow his attempts to uncover her secrets to succeed. Eleonora only wished that she didn’t have to abandoned him, but she could live off the adrenaline from the last night for now. It took a few moments for her to realize that someone had been speaking with her. “Oh, please excuse my manners.” She smiled politely. “I didn’t hear you come in. Do you need something?”

[sinsual-sirenz]

Garrick roamed these halls as he always had, with the carefree confidence of a man who was always invited to every last coronation yet never had to fear the duty of his own. Nights like tonight, the man relished in the decadence and revelry; a well-perfected smirk set upon his features as he scoffed at the newly crowned and enjoyed the splendor around him. 

Despite being born on a small island, Garrick was a true Erosian, and his eyes feasted upon everything they set upon. “A fine evening, don’t you think?”, he commented to no one in particular, taking a long draw of his wine. 

“Fine wine, fine music, and ridiculously fine women.”, he was smirking again, “Why has it taken me so long to visit this fine place?”

[princess-almera-blog]

There was something quite funny about tonight for Almera. The blonde standing amongst all of this joy and celebration with a cool silence and a calm smile that never once met her eyes. She was, despite the gown and jewels, as much a prisoner here as she was back home. Her freedom dashed away by the very same man that stood beside her, a man she may have to stand beside the rest of her life, thinking that the red linens that would outline his own coronation attire should be stained in her parents’ blood. 

Despite her stoic nature, she was desperate for someone to sweep her from his side, knowing Roman wouldn’t dare behave inappropriately at his first formal ball. Her eyes searched for a friendly face, or perhaps simply a familiar one. 

[christianlazul]

it was an odd thing indeed, that he should feel so at ease as he wandered the torch lit corridors of the castle. perhaps it was a sign, some phantom of a past life calling to him, calling him home to where he belonged. or -more likely still- it was a trait gifted to him by his father. to always carry himself as though he owned the very earth of which he walked. you could get away with almost anything if you could just do that; convince everyone -including yourself- that you belonged. 

the young king was not certain as to how long he had been wandering since leaving the crowded ball room, but the further he ventured the quieter and more abandoned it became. even the cracked and shadowed stone on the walls seemed to sing keep out, but of course he did not. it was his own comfort in the quiet that led him to be so easily startled as he rounded the corner and found himself in a near collision with another. though his voice did not let on his own shock, and his eyes were as steady as ever, “far from the festivities aren’t we?”