𝓐𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓲 𝓚𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓵𝓪
𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝔬𝒻 𝒽𝔬𝓊𝓈𝔢 𝓀𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓁𝒶
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The day had been full of senseless panic.So many people had bustled about, providing this and that for packing. Of course, why wouldn’t the servants be in a fit, when the noble lady of House Kundala was off to the masquerade where she would meet her betrothed. After all, once that minute detail was out of the way, they could begin their solidification of their place in society. Their secret would be buried, and what a tool they had to use for their own gain. Sometimes, it was as if she wasn’t even really there, and their daughter had returned to be a brooding adult. Or something of the sort.
Instead, while servants buzzed around in a frantic and harried sort of way, the silver haired girl was out and about from the royal house. Her last moments of fresh air and being able to do what she wanted without her gilded chains were precious. The streets around the noble house were bustling with usual activity. Children playing in the square, merchants yelling back and forth about wares, prices, and the newest items from far away places. Amari would have given half the world for just the chance to escape out into that large world. Instead, there were chains keeping her in a spot. Duties she had to uphold to keep those she cared about safe. Her jailers weren’t all that bad anyways. She really didn’t want for anything more than fresh air. Other than the crippling need to leave all pretense behind. Blue eyes scanned the alleyways and marketplace once more, before she heard the tolling of the bell. She would be severely punished if she wasn’t in that carriage when it was time to go. The only sway would be that it wouldn’t be a punishment inflicted on her own pale skin or noble features. It would be another’s.
It had been hours in the carriage. After hours of hair pulling and waist cinching, to get her into a gown of silk and gauze. Her face had been painted by expert hands, while the finishing touches on embroidery had been placed on her gown. The shoes she wore now, delicate heels, pinched at wider feet that longed for a good pair of boots. Tiny crystals and been painstakingly tossed into a silver updo that brought visions of cream pastries to Amari’s mind. Glistening chains attached to gems that would buy a peasant family meals for a month settled heavily against her throat. The chains hung over the exposed skiing of her shoulders, giving some semblance of a sleeve. Amari found them to be a prison sentence. A reminder from the woman she had called “mother” for years, who secretly blamed Amari herself for the loss of a child that had been unknown. She was a cruel mistress to serve, with a severity in her face that Amari had never forgotten. The chains had undoubtedly been her idea, to make sure that there would be no forgetting what was at stake to secure this alliancen.
When the carriage stopped, the door was opened, allowing for the young woman to exit. Her servants would be taking the items to her lodgings, but as she went to move front eh carriage, an older matron grabbed Amari’s wrist sharply. The silver haired female stopped, while the elder woman affixed a mask to her younger girl’s face. It was painted cheerfully as if she were smiling in a sweet, docile way. It was a picture of youth and happiness,something that Amari had long forgotten. Once it was affixed, the string pinned into the mound of silver swirls and crystals, the matron looked firmly at Amari, giving a gruff nod. ”The mistress sends her regards. She reminds you to use your best courtly behavior and to act like the lady she knows you are. Her daughter will make a fine statement this evening.
Amari gave a slight nod to the old woman, letting her eyes turn into that of a doe. She forced the tension out of her own body, taking on the visage of a calm, cheerful girl. ”Of course, Fiona. I will not disappoint mother.” The words tasted like acid on her tongue. If only the Lord of Kundala horse was in better health. It would have been so much easier. He had always been kind. However, she didn’t have that luxury anymore. Instead, she walked demurely into the palace, her eyes bright, but not unaware of her surrounding.
It was a galant party at hand. Courtiers in a hundred shades and gradients of gown and suit alike seemed to dance with merriment. Glasses could be heard tinkling everywhere across the room, as it swelled with music. Bodies pushed together like they were all familiar, while others swirled around the large ballroom. Conversations assaulted Amari’s ears and she grit her teeth behind the cheerful lips of her mask. A mouth covering, to remind her not to speak out of turn, or in an unladylike way. How cruel a mistress to continue reminding her what was at stake. Instead, the silver haired girl moved into the crowd, assimilating herself without taking a drink or food when offered. Her eyes were her only expression as she continued skirting the large dancefloor. Soon, there would be no place to hide, but currently, there was no one that appeared to need a partner. She bit her lip behind the mask, continuing to take in the surrounding, waiting for what the night would bring.
ＷＨＯ: No one. ☾ ✫ ☽ ＷＨＡＴ: Watching the ballroom. ☾ ✫ ☽ ＨＯＷ: Uncertain. ☾ ✫ ☽ ＷＨＥＲＥ: Kundala Lands > the Party. ☾ ✫ ☽ ＣＬＯＴＨＥＳ: Mask, gown, chains. ☾ ✫ ☽ ＯＯＣ: Hello c: Intro post <3
Credits for graphics:
Rose Moon gif: King-Lulu-Deer @ Deviantart
Heaven Divider: T-E-R-R-I-F-I-E-D @ Deviantart
Bottom Divier: witchb0y @ Deviantart
Time Skip Divider: Saineem @ Deviantart
Illustration: Nanoless @Deviantart
Rose Moon gif: King-Lulu-Deer @ Deviantart
Heaven Divider: T-E-R-R-I-F-I-E-D @ Deviantart
Bottom Divier: witchb0y @ Deviantart
Time Skip Divider: Saineem @ Deviantart
Illustration: Nanoless @Deviantart
