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 Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 11:20 am
 Unfortunately, as the Princess rambled on, Cyrith felt as his mind wandered, 'Doesn't this girl do anything of interest?' he thought but still he smiled, "What about magic, does your royal family practice as well?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 11:48 am
He was toying with her; she was almost sure of it. Instead of tensing, her muscles went into the practiced, deadly liquidity of a trained combatant. Her searching eyes finally fell on several well-made swords hanging on the wall, swords that bore signs of ernest use; jewels encrusted the hilts, which was unfortunate, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
The hand that was looped through the man's arm pulled back, grabbed ahold of his forearm, and twisted it forward, forcing his elbow into the air at an awkward, painful angle. If she had done it properly, it would cause him to stumble forward, but she didn't wait to see; nor did she attempt to maintain the joint-lock. Instead, she spun, pulled a sword from its sheath on the wall, and then turned back to point the weapon at her adversary, all in one easy, practiced motion. "Alright," she said, her voice still determinedly polite, "You are going to tell me exactly who you are right now, or I am afraid things are going to get very, very uncomfortable between us."
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 12:02 pm
Cyrith thought he was being quite smooth when he felt a sharp pain in his arm. The Princess had attacked him, this was certainly unexpected. Before he knew what happened, a long blade was pointed his way. Calmly he met her gaze, but when he tried to work his magic, he could feel something blocking his path. There was only one thing left to do, the Prince released his hair and yelled "Gaurds!"
From a nearby corridor, two armored men came rush, "Release his Highness immediately!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 12:11 pm
Amanae blinked, but obediently released the sword. Guards? His Highness? What?! He was a prince? Her training in protocol hadn't covered anything like this, so she just stared at him. "You... You're one of the princes?" She tried to wrap her head around this, and, after a few moments, she managed, though with considerable difficulty. "So... This whole thing..." Her eyebrows were slowly drawing closer together, and the blue eyes glittered with cold anger. "So this whole thing was, what? An elaborate prank?" She ignored the guards completely; indeed, they had ceased to exist, as far as she was concerned.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 12:18 pm
"Not a prank exactly, I simply had to make sure your interests matched my own," the Prince spoke, thankful that the guards were still around. "I knew that as the Prince you would never be so honest, I thought that this would be far easier. If you proved to be on my side, I would reveal myself and if not... well let us not worry about that, however since I have been prematurely revealed, I suppose it is only polite to introduce myself, I am Cyrith."
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 12:22 pm
[Well you two are off to a good start. XD The description for the ball will be posted soon. And since we are lacking royalty stare . if any among you wants to play one of them, let me know. It's only temporary, so you don't have to write a profile. Just pm me saying who you want to be and basically what personality they have. Again sorry for the inconvenience.]
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 12:32 pm
Henna thanked the Prince as he left and set out a nice creamy white embroidered tunic, and a light grey pant as well as the under shirts and everything that would go with it. She made sure everything was perfect before leaving the prince’s quarters and taking the quick route for the record keeper’s office space. She found him working quietly on something and knocked on the Door smiling. “I have an order from the prince.” She could not help but show her happiness though a smile. “He said that the Slave who is currently working as a minstrel named Alexander is to be given to me as a gift and assistant, so I must obtain his contract.” The record keeper did not think anything of it , he was to busy. He dug out the contract from a shelf and handed it to her. Henna bowed politely and walked quickly back towards the Banquet hall, but dropped the contract in her room first.
She walked back into the Grand hall this time wearing a true smile and a huge weight felt like it had been lifted off her shoulders. She walked taller and with more purpose. Her eyes wandered and she found Alex sitting were she had last seen him, her glass of wine unmoved from beside him. She approached him and spread her arms. “It is done!” She said and laughed she picked up her glass and took a big gulp, the dark liquid staining her lips as she took the glass away from them.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 1:13 pm
[Wow, I'm really sorry I haven't been in here for a while. I just been scrambling to get things together. But no worries, we'll still get to party. Remember, Falkot will take care of the rp when I'm away. Also note that if your a spy, this is the opportune time to do your thing. Just make sure you go back and forth from what your doing and the banquet.]
 [When you enter the room, you notice the large size of the room. There are tables line against the walls of the room. Everything elegantly decorated in gold, silver, diamonds, pearls. etc. In the center is a large marble floor, perfect for dancing on. On one side of the room is where the king, Queen and other royalty sit. On the other side is a set of stairs that lead down to the dance floor or up to the courtyard.
The Ball will start now.
Remember, to be creative, have fun, and enjoy the ball everyone.]
The room where the banquet is held
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 2:28 pm
 In the courtyard, Niro franticly looked for Grant. He disappeared when Niro finally got the chance to speak with him. Heading down to the his room, he quickly discarded the armor. Though is was light, he felt that it would slow him down. Plus the fact that he needed to change for the banquet. He swiftly washed and changed into formal wear. It was an outfit his father wore when he was younger. Something that Niro wore with pride. [ outfit] Then for the final touch he tied back his unruly hair. He took one last look in the mirror and grin. Pretty sharp for a farm boy. He thought as he wink to himself, and with that he quickly ran up the stairs into the court yard. Niro checked Grant's office, the kitchen, the stable, and the knights quarters. But couldn't find him anywhere. Where in the world could he have gone? He finally decided to ask one of the guard. "Excuse me, have you seen the captain?" The guard looked at him slightly confused. " He went home to change for the party. You might as well wait for him inside." Niro chuckled a bit, as he rubbed the back of his head. "Good idea, just tell him that Niro needs to talk to him for a second. Thanks." Niro gave the guard a nod as he calmly enter inside.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 2:39 pm
((Wow, four pages, I was gone way too long.))
"That's great!"
Alexander removed himself from the chair he was sitting in, but couldn't help to notice he was officially the shortest person there, but it didn't dampen his bright mood. Alexander did want to enjoy something to drink too, but he was never allowed anything alcoholic and he really didn’t want to start now and their was the fact he coudl reach any. Henna held his contract now and whatever she said he had obligations to obey except if it was a bit too drastic; even slaves had standards. Since Alexander no longer belonged to the King and his family, he would have to move out his stuff from his room to where ever Henna had planned for him to stay.
"Now I can move out of that servant room and finally be ridded of this horrible outfit."
Alexander wasn't very attached to his Minstrel attire or his violin; the joy of making music died down quickly when you had to wear something so demeaning every week. This brought up the question on where Alexander was going to live now; probably some room near Henna's so he was available whenever she needed him. Hell, Alexander wouldn't mind sleeping in a closet even; the servant quarters were horribly disgusting.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 2:56 pm
Henna leaned down and put her arms around him unable to help herself, he was so cute! “Alex, you may stay in my room until I can arrange for you to have a room for yourself.” She let him go and laughed, taking another sip of wine. If she wanted to make it though the banquet she had to be good and loose. “Umm, As soon as you see fit just move your possessions into my sleeping quarters, I will take care of everything else you need.” She finished her glass, and then set it down. “You will need all new attire am I correct? I don’t want my assistant to be seen wearing anything less than the finest. That would just make me look bad.” Her cheek started to flush a little and a smile stayed plastered on her face.
“Gods. I need to get more funding from the old men as well.” She rolled her eyes and chuckled. “You may be stuck sharing a room with me until after the coronation, than I can see about getting you the guest’s room that attaches to mine.” You don’t mind do you, and then we can talk about writing up a new contract later; there are something’s In your current one that make me a little sad. “ She patted his shoulder and frowned momentarily.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 3:01 pm
 "Finshed. My, your hair had alot of tangles."Her mother commented. "Thank you mother." Jewlet said dismissing her mothers comment. "I will be going now. I do not wish to be late." Her mother nodded as she put on a choker. She said good-bye to her mom and went on her way. Jewlet lifted up the dress so it would not get dirty. Her steps where quick as she realized it had already started. 'Late.' She thought as she came up to the castle gate. She sighed with relef as she stepped onto the castle grounds. She looked around trying think of where to look for Grant. Desiding to just wait for him in the court yard, she went over and sat at the stone table. 'I hope this is not a trick.' She thought.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 3:07 pm
As the Prince explained himself, Amanae pulled her shattered composure back together; by the time he introduced himself as Cyrith, her face was once again perfectly serene. When she spoke, however, it was with a definite, cool edge. "And, as you already know, I am Amanae. I am most delighted by the unexpected pleasure of your company, Your Highness, and I am terribly sorry to have ruined your attempt to find out more about me. If you have anything to ask concerning my habits, I would be happy to answer to the best of my ability." She paused. "But surely you do not mean to attend a ball dressed as a royal escort. No, you no doubt wish to go and change, and so I will reluctantly release you to do so." She turned to one of the guards, who was watching the the exchange with a lazily amused expression. "Guardsman, if you will be kind enough to escort me the rest of the way to the ballroom?"
The guard blinked, surprised by her unexpected shift in attention. "Uh.. Of course, Your Highness." After a moment he hesitantly offered her his arm.
Amanae made a shallow curtsy to Cyrith. "Until later, Your Highness." With that, she accepted the guard's arm, and they continued toward the ballroom.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 3:18 pm
"Well..."
Alexander never actually had a hug before; he wasn't use to that gesture ever since he was living with his mother and father. That was what Alexander was thinking about for a moment, but then came the information Henna also found on the contract. It was probably how Alexander was classed a slave still even though when he was purchased he was promised freedom.
"Don't be sad for me, Henna, this is a time of joy. We'll discuss all that after the Ball is over. Whatever it was, I've probably been living with it for fifty years, so it can't do any harm now."
What plagued Alexander at the moment though was what if his classifacation wasn't the issue? What if it was something far worse? There were so many things that could be on his contract that Alexander didn't know about: Did he have a price on his head? Was his name not really Alexander? Was he actually younger than 57? All those came to Alexander's mind rather quickly and left just as fast. No matter what Henna could say, he deep done knew it was something important, but still would insist on it waiting for later.
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