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"My wonderful studeous wife is quite a handful." Replied the King, "Few servents dare serve her."

The king bowed, and exited first, and walked off to do his busines.

Peaceful in repose she remained in reverie even while he jolted awake from his own horrible memories. She moved lightly and sighed then nuzzled her head tighter into his neck. Her hands were curved lightly over her belly though not protectively. Although a moment later she did snap out of her own reverie and blinked. Putting her hands lightly on his thigh, she used it to push herself back up and attempted to shake off the state.Turning to look at Sevilin she gave a half smile and covered her mouth to hide a yawn then stood. One look at him and she snapped her fingers. "We have to get your clothes." Thus she spun around and was at the door in the blink of an eye before turning back and plopping a hand on her hip. "Come on Sevilin, this requires you."

He blinked at her almost stupidly when she got up and promptly took to ordering him about after a breif little moment of her actually being pleasant. But that didn't last long now did it. Shaking his head and thus saking off his reverie more or less, he got himself up with almost an exasperated sigh and followed her down to the tailor...still not looking forward to it anymore than when he was the day before.

He merely held in that sigh again and also the displeased look...this was not his idea of fun and really didn't see a need to do this anyway...he wasn't going there to mingle. He was going there to watch out for her, not to mention the D'vinns probably never intended for him to mingle anyway. So there was no point in getting fancied up. But he knew better than to argue with her, he simply didn't have the energy and didn't want the fight.

Thus taking said items from her for himself...and Nym...and made his way back upstairs and just decided to use her room to change in, Zahara waiting in her room as he occupied the bathroom to indeed change. And he would come back out, dressed in that outfit with Nym on his shoulder, also 'dressed'. A tug at the collar of his tunic and from general restraint made by the cape around his shoulders and what not. Yeah, not loving this at all.

Time passed, and before anyone could truly be ready, the Grand Deep Waterman Ball was upon the world. Truly a magical night was to before the guests, as much time and energy was placed into the event.

King Jiscal has arranged to allow guests to arrive one at a time, allowing the older houses to have a larger audiance than the newer houses. Of course, it has been arranged to have the Oracle to arrive third from the end, the Purian Peninsula second, and the Triumverate last (Thus every could see their splendor). The Dwarves of Ironforge would be seated just before the Royal Party from Honoursfield, which would be a seperate seating event (as they are royality).

Guards were posted at all the City Entrances, awaiting foreign dignitaries. Gil-Hadriel was placed at the Palace main gates, to personally welcome all the guests. Flanking him were two honourary guards, minotaurs from a distant land.

The Hall itself was arranged in a circular pattern, allowing guests to be on semi-equal footing (as there was no head of the tables), but the fact remained that some were closer to the king than others. The guests were seated so that the first arrivals would be placed at his right, and those arrive last would be to his left. The center of the hall was left mostly barren, strange animal skins doted the floors, and the emblems of each house were set on banners in front of the respective table. Knowing that some families would intentionally be late, the king had the banners moveable.

All of the local houses had their colours displayed in a great array around the room, ancient and found families were also displayed. The colours of the guest nations (and the Fortress) were displayed just above the main entrance.

The servents were dressed with Blue shirts, and white pants. They each had a white cross imposed upon their shirts. Balck belts with large brass buckles marked with the emblem of a wolf head.

The King was wearing a White shirt with a blue cross, and blue pants. His crow was simple in nature, being the typical penta-pointed gold circlet. His belt was black with a gold buckle, depecting a wolf looking into the East. His clothes were made from a type of silk harvested in the underdark. He had a blue cape with a white underlay. Clad in simple, yet expensive, clothes the King stood in front of his chair, and awaited each person to sit. He bowed to each noble as their name was anounced by the harold.

The Queen stood next to the king, in a dress made of that same silk material. She wore blue with white embrodery. Around her neck, she wore a single sapphire neclice. On her head was an ellogant, and elvish looking, circlet. She curtsied to each guest as they arrived.

Naga was amoung the first to arrive, merely because balls involved food. Lots of good food, and if there were finger food apatizers, she wanted to the first to get at them. She didn't bother dressing up for the occasion, since she looked spectacular in her usal wear and couldn't possibly look anybetter. The only difference was there were more precious jewels encrusted about her person, and her earings had become long hoops.

She ignored Gil, and took whatever seat she wanted, (she estimated it was close to where the food would be brought out. She merley nodded her head at the King and Queen, and imidiatly threw her boots onto the table top.