You could almost touch the feeling of the festivities filling the castle these last couple of days. First with christmas and now tonight they would say goodbye to this year and welcome the next. Though it had been a few days between the two big parties one could almost think the first one had never came to an end. In one way, maybe it hadn’t, as the guests who arrived before christmas still filled the otherwise empty rooms in the castle. Even Kenna who loved these grand parties started to feel that the castle was a bit crowded. But as the last day of the year started to come to an end and the music once again filled the grand room were the christmas tree still stod and reminded everyone of the festivities the overcrowded feeling faded and instead got replaced with a large dose of joy.
For tonight she wore an emerald green dress with gold details that matched the mask that was covering her face. Her long brown hair was put together in a beautiful hairdo with a few small braids. This was trully her, the green reminding her of the never ending green hills of Scotland. Her father who sent it trully knew how to please the more materialistic side of his daughter.
She placed the now empty wine glas in her hand on a table that she passed as she moved towards the large group of dancing people. It wasn’t long until they would all move outside to watch the fireworks light up the night skye but until then, she wanted to have one last dance of the year. Despite already having had a quite handful of different dances the alcohol she consumed so far made sure she didn’t feel the slight ache in her feet. Following the edge of the circle where the people danced she let her gaze look over the people, or actually just the men, to try and find who would best suit as her last dance partner of the year. Soon her gaze stopped on a man she knew very well, a man who still made her heart jump and left a tingle in her stomach whenever she saw him. Still after all these months. Her feet moved her closer to him, not caring much of the people he was talking to and soon she stopped by them. “ What man would leave a Lady without a dance partner on a night like this? ” she said, her gaze only locked on Bash who she directed the question to and a small smirk slowly grew along her lips.
The atmosphere has been greatly improved since the last time he remembers a gathering or festivity at the French court. Even he could admit that he was feeling more upbeat and merry than he had in, what seemed like, years. Perhaps it is the Christmas spirit and the anticipation to leave behind the awful year that is, eventually, coming to an end. Or more likely, it is the alcohol that has become a more frequent inhabitant of his system than it ever has in all the years before. Regardless, Sebastian had already decided and promised to himself three things that he wouldn’t do tonight; one, to not get excessively drunk and have a perfect recollection of events. Two, to not overthink. Anything. Not about his personal relationships, not about his family, all the people who have passed away and cannot be here with them tonight. And lastly, he promised himself to not let himself get distracted by Lady Kenna’s presence, and even more so that of her older brother’s. He was no fool, after all, he knew exactly what her brother was at court for, other than to be near the Scottish Queen and provide advice and consolation; he had come to marry Kenna of, to a good, wealthy gentleman who could provide for her and, hopefully, raise her standing or the family’s prestige.
Standing there, laughing and joking with all the familiar Lords and nobles that surrounded him, his eyes often drift off to the dance floor. Watching her. Watching her move gracefully across the floor, mingling and laughing as she twirls and turns about, according to the dance demands. A sigh fell from his lips, barely audible, when his attention was demanded back from his discussants.
And then the lovely, soft sound of her voice broke through the static that reined in his head; Kenna. His eyes immediately found hers, and her smirk was mirrored by him; somewhat more subconsciously than it was a conscious decision. “That would deem one not a proper gentleman…” he found himself responding, the words simply rolling off his tongue. She was a sight to behold; magnificent. Dressed in a fine emerland dressed, the gold thread bringing out the tan of her skin, the color of her eyes. She was beautiful. Breath taking, even. “Excuse me, gentlemen…” He laughed, placing the goblet which he had been holding on the table beside him. The men parted and he found himself standing right before her; why he had come to him, specifically, tonight, he knew not, but what he did know is that he has been dying to have a moment with her; just to be able to see her, stand so close to her, touch her.
“Will you honor me with this last dance for the year?” He questioned, offered her his extended hand. Heart beating hard against his chest.
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