Bondage

Elana stood on the balcony outside of the masquarade party. She wore a long elegant, beautiful turquoise dress. She looked out over the land at night many people asleep. She held her mask in her hand. She held her gloves in her other hand and looked down at her hand at the ring on her finger. To her fiance, the prince of the land, it was her engagement for a long, happy marriage of ruiling his land like his father. To Elana that ring was a reminder of her arrange marriage her father set up so he wouldn't loose his position in the royal court. That ring signified a long, torturous marriage. She looked at the saphire gem on her finger as it reflected the moonlight on it. She went to take it off, but her father put a spell on it not allowing her to remove it.

Elana just leaned on the wall of the balcony looking out over the land before putting her gloves on and taking one last look at her cursed ring. She looked down at her mask. The turquiose mask with the diamonds, and other jewels in it reflecting the moonlight.

 

Gerik was standing by himself in the ballroom. He had a glass of wine in his hand and was leaning against a wall. He quitely surveyed the area. "If there's a bright side, I won't be noticed. That woman said I'd look like any regular citizen. And not somebody of the other side. Although I think she was wrong on the other point. I haven't seen those two girls. I think that woman was lying to me. The odds are slim to none of me actually encountering them. They're slaves. There's no way they'd actually be here."

 

Amongst the radiant festivities was Leon Terch, sitting at a lone table that was stacked high with foods of all kind and multiple women around him. He was laughing loudly and the goblet of win that was clutched in his hand met his soft lips and he drank the tart beverage with great gulp. He had been there for a while but his true purpose of being there was to start a riot and while the people of the ballroom were distracted he would take the pouches that held many gold coins and return to a lone village near his camp that lay deep in the forest and use the money to help the people there to save them from starving.

It was a good plan. Problem was it that he couldn't keep his eyes off of the two maidens that were amongst the people. Interesting... He understood that they were royalty as to how they carried themselves. The alk was always the same, couldn't go against it. Coming from the same guy that robbed from a multitude of nobility.

 

Well, today I make my impression on the main nobility of the kingdom. This dance has every important member of my father's court here. I must be my very best. Dante thought to himself as a servant finished tying the laces to his shoes. He was wearing a deep blue suit with longer coattails and had a small gold headband on to signify his royal blood. On his hands were white silk gloves and on his left hand was a small gold ring, the symbol of his betrothal to the daughter of the kingdom's most prestigius magic user. While Dante had wondered why he was never allowed to pick his own bride, he had no regrets. It was for the good of the kingdom he was told. And on a more personal note, Dante found the sorcerors daughter to be a beauty unrivaled. As the servant finished he backed off and did a bow. Dante just nodded and headed down the hall to the masqurade party. Out of his inner coat pocket he pulled out a white mask that covered his eyes. With a sigh he put it on and headed into the ballroom.

 

>Mrs. Smith already said that the kingdom is in a desert. NO FOREST!!!<

Gerik looked around the ballroom, occasionally taking a bit of some food. He hadn't moved from his spot for a while. He was just looking at the faces of anybody who would walk in. Gerik touched his face, feeling the mask concealing it. He scanned the area, not looking at one place for too long. Gerik then felt as though he noticed something important. He looked back at where it was. He saw two women enter the ballroom. "How strange." He thought to himself. He saw one of them trip over another woman's dress. Gerik laughed to himself. "They're not the most graceful of women I've ever seen. But they are... Intruiging." Gerik stood up straight and began walking towards them.

 

As Dante walked around the ballroom he made note of the names and titles of the people that approached him. He knew his father would likely ask him about them later and it would be better if he knew them without having to ask. Eventually Dante caught sight of the person he was looking for, his fiance. With a kind bow and apology he left the throng of nobles that surrounded him and walked over to the balcony. "Hello Elana. What are you doing over here? The party's inside." He asked kindly with a smile on his face.

 

Elana was slightly startled but recognized the voice as she did a mental sigh in her head. "Nothing, m'lord." Elana spoke with elegance turning around to face Dante. She glanced down at the mask. "I'm just out here enjoying the beautiful evening." She lied. She was out here to try and get away from another party thrown in honor of her and Dante getting married. She did a fake smile to her fiance that could have passed as a real one. "Is there something you'd like to speak to me about... dear?" She almost choked on the word dear as it came out of her mouth, one of the spells her father used on her to show true affection to Dante. She quickly turned around though hoping that maybe he'd leave, but she knew very well that would probably not happen.


OOC:: hey what exactly is going to happen with the king and sorcer, if we need them and nobody makes them by tonight, I'll make a template for the sorcer, I guess.

 

Dante gave a slight chuckle. "You don't have to call me lord." Dante looked up to the sky and smiled. "You're right, it is a beautiful evening. This party should be outside." As Dante looked back to Elana he was slightly surprised that she had turned back around. Normally, girls couldn't look away from him. Yet she did it all the time, just another reason he liked her. "If it's not too much trouble, could you spare the skies your gaze and join me for a dance?" Dante asked as he held out his hand.

 

Elana turned around and really had the tendancy to just punch him in the face and get her feelings out, but the more she thought like that, the more her father's "curse", affected her. She so wanted to turn back around and just go back to gazing over the country and at the night time sky. She did another fake smile and walked over to him. "I'd be..." She couldn't believe she was getting ready to say what she was going to say. "I'd be honored, Dante." She said as she took his hand and walked inside to the masquarade. As she put her mask on. She looked around the crowd and noticed two particular people. She quickly looked away though and glanced back at Dante.

Elana did have to admit, Dante was very good looking, probably one of the best looking man in the world, but she didn't care about beauty or looks. She cared about the person's personality and their beliefs, and that she hated Dante for. He's exactly like his father, self absorbed about everything and cares only about himself. He thinks he's all that, when in truth to her, he was no better than the devil.

Elana sighed though mentally and got in a dancing stand and put her hand up on his shoulder. She listened to the music the small symphany band played. A classical piece, popular for classical ballroom dancing. She listened as the beat of the music was a slow one. The song was beautiful, and she knew what it was intended to be, a love song.