{M} A Timeless Predicament {Luna&Rachel}

[BewareNinjaLuna]

Rated M For
Explict Profanity, Possible Violent Themes, Sexual Situations/Innuendo, and Impudence.

There was an irritating echo of a knock at the double doors, which lead into Scarlett Goldwins room. It was, of course, her Lady's Maids coming into accomidate her for the party that was to start within a few hours. But how could she ever forget? Her mother had been blabbering about it non-stop for the past two weeks, all the while trying to correct her daughters posture, scolding her more than usual for snarky comments, and had shipped out a dress from across the pond. Thankfully, Scarlett had a few options, and it was personally made. Without saying a word, the three women stalked in silently, the dress being brought in carefully, and placed onto the king sized bed, which was - surprisingly - made up perfectly. Scarlett's soft brown hair was already pinned back in ellegant, thick ringlets over her shoulders, some of it pulled back very softly so the mask would hold with the pins delecately. Her make-up wasn't done yet, but Scarlett wasn't one of thoughs girls to need any. She was already a very beautiful, natural looking young woman. Still, with her mothers orders, she needed her eyes created brilliantly.
As the maids got around to getting everything ready, Scarlett walked over to the dress, thumbing it's silk, and lace, and light bead work. It was absolutly wonderful. Mainly black, but it laid with a tanish-gold under layer, with swirled patterns on the chest. It was long, and flowing. Everything you'd expect from a frock called a ball gound. She then turned around, and allowed her ladies to do the work, sitting down, and sitting still as they covered her eyes and everything around them that would show through the mask she was to wear, with a bright, shimmering gold, with hints of black in the creases. It looked over the top without the mask, but she trusted them completely. It seemed like seconds before she was pulling on her dress, and the final touches were added. The mask was tied in a way that the silk strings were flowing throughout her hair, and it looked as if it was placed by gravity. Scarlett looked beautiful. The black mask contrasted with the gold makeup and her brown eyes vividly.
That's when Rosemarry walked in, flowing in a white and blue dress that didn't have nearly as much layering of fabric as her own. Her mask was in her hands, but was obviously white. Her eye makeup matched the blue in her dress, making everything look peiced together perfectly. Rose's hair was also in curles, but was flowing, without any pins to hold it back. "Well, don't you look... Yourself." Rose spoke with an arched brow, knowing that the blackbased dress was indeed not the Queen's idea.
Scarlett retorted with a light, "as do you," before they were ushered out of her room, and requested to finally join the party that had started a good half hour ago. Scarlett watched as her blonde friend descended the stairs gracefully, one hand on the banister, which was bare, making her look much more fragile, and fairy like. Scarlett felt foolish wearing black, elbow lenght gloves, but refused to take them off now.

When they called the princess's name, she took a moment to collect herself by closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, and climbing down the steps as Rose had. Her head was high, her feet were placed at equal lenghts on the large staircase, and she was thankful for the mask that covered most of her burning cheeks. Scarlett was never one for the centre of attention. Ever.
Once she reached the last and final step, she took her fathers outstretched hand, and everything seemed to fall into place once again. The music started up, playing in whisps of beautiful orchastrated flow, forcing others who had a love for music, to lock themselves on the dance floor. "You look wonderful." Her father whispered in her ear, the familiar tickle of whiskey on his breath. Scarlett smiled, kissed his cheek - mostly for show, and his own satisfaction - before she parted ways with him in a accustomed bow, and set out to look for Rose who, little did she know, was scouting for her friends new husband-to-be. Rose was standing on the outskirts of the scattered tables for chatting, and eating, though most of it was empty, as people stood and spoke, or were whisked away to the dance floor to have a bit of fun.



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Scarlett's dress and mask.
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Rose's dress and mask.

[RachelDawn]

"Are we almost there? I feel like we've been travelling for bloody hours." Jonah looked out of the window restlessly, impatient to see the castle that would indicate their arrival. Just as it had when he had looked ten minutes before, the view showed nothing but the silhouettes of trees bordering the road. He groaned, a dissatisfied expression temporarily marring his features, and then slumped back against the wall of the carriage. He eyed up his travelling companion. "Tell the driver to pause for a while. I want to stretch my legs."

"With respect Sir, it might be best for us to continue, and hasten our arrival. There are only a couple of miles left until we reach the city."

"If I want your opinion, I'll ask for it." Jonah's retort was sharp, and Rhys sighed inwardly. He had regretted his interjection as soon as he had spoken it. The Prince was unpredictable in his moods, oscillating from amiable tolerability to hostility in the blink of an eye. As his personal servant, Rhys had grown used to anticipating the Prince's responses, but there were times, such as now, where he miscalculated.

"Yes sir." Rhys stood, rapping sharply on the roof to alert the driver of their intentions. A moment later they heard the protests of the horses, and the carriage slowed to a halt. The pair stepped out onto the roadside, Rhys rather reluctantly. The evening air was fresh, but still carried the edge of the receding winter. He shivered, and drew his cloak around him.

An observer seeing them side by side would have immediately commented on the stark differing appearances of the two men. Prince Jonah of Salisbury stood at an unremarkable height of 5'10. With pale skin and a slender frame, he definitely fit his position of nobility. Blonde hair was combed neatly back, slicked with grease to prevent it from falling forwards into his blue eyes. A pointed chin and straight nose gave his face a distinguished air that attracted attention from women and men alike. Not, thank goodness, for the same reasons. Men attributed to such a face an intelligence that its owner neither deserved or possessed. For women, it suggested eligibility, a powerful motivator for any female in the higher circles of society.

Fine clothes completed the image. With true aristocratic flair, Jonah had dressed with a decadence only suitable to meet his fiancée. Royal purple had been forbidden due to the supposed anonymity of a masquerade, and so the young Prince wore a tunic and robe of deep blue instead. Diamonds had been sewn into the front of the tunic, and the robe had been hemmed with fur. The attire exuded opulence and style.

Rhys, by contrast, wore the traditional maroon serving tunic of Salisbury. However, though his outfit looked shamefully plain when compared to his master's, the same could not be said for his appearance. Towering over the Prince at 6'3 and with a lean muscular frame, he would have been the more striking of the two, had years of deference not had him adopt a habitual stooped posture, and a gaze that rarely lifted from the floor. The differences continued. Unlike Jonah, Rhys's hair was short and dark, and was matched by dark brown eyes. His skin was tanned, reflecting his lower social status. Nobility avoided the sun if they could help it, but the working classes laboured outdoors and caught the harsh rays daily.

Those who bothered to study his face would conclude that the twenty-three year old was really quite handsome. Or at least, they would if they had not feared the reprimand of the Prince. The twenty-one year old jealously hoarded the attentions of others, and did not look kindly on those who diverted attention elsewhere.


Finally tiring of the darkness of the roadside, Jonah nodded to Rhys, who opened the door to the carriage and allowed him to enter. Another knock on the roof had the carriage start on its way again, towards Weymouth and the ball.

"I don't mind telling you that I'm rather nervous." Rhys looked up as Jonah spoke; apparently the Prince had relapsed back into friendship. "I haven't seen Princess Goldwin since the engagement plans have been officially decided. What if I meet her tonight and her affections have changed?" He seemed content without an answer, and continued after a minute or so. "I suppose affections are a mere advantage, in an arrangement such as this. It will definitely be beneficial to both kingdoms. As long as she is mindful of her duty to her kingdom and to me, I foresee no problems."

Silently, Rhys doubted that there had been much affection in place to begin with, from either party involved. They were both pawns in a game played by their families, securing stability without much thought for happiness. At least Jonah had submitted without protest. He had met Scarlett before, and her looks had captured his fancy. There would be no arguments from him tonight.

The journey continued in silence, until the castle came into sight and Jonah let out an exclamation of delight. "Thank goodness. I thought we'd never arrive." He grinned eagerly.

Rhys coughed nervously. "Sir, am I to attend to you tonight?" He feigned casualness with his question, trying to hide his anxiety. The Prince could not know of his plans.

Jonah laughed carelessly. "Gods, no. Weymouth will have a million and one servants, and I don't need you fawning over me. You're to stay in the carriage until the evening is over. We are being hosted at the castle tonight, and I will need you when the ball is over. Until then, stay out of the way." He opened the door with exuberance as the carriage stopped before the castle gates. Taking his mask; blue to match his robe, he descended the steps and walked towards the reception hall without a backwards glance, leaving Rhys in the carriage.

Mercifully alone at last, Rhys put a hand to his neck to feel his thundering pulse. This was the moment he had been waiting for, dreaming about for months. Jonah couldn't know his intentions. Even if he did, he wouldn't believe them, and to be honest Rhys was not sure he believed himself. What he was intending to do tonight would have him flogged and dismissed without hesitation. And yet, the temptation was unbearable. Tonight, Rhys, you will go to the ball.

The idea had arisen in his mind a few months previously, when the Masquerade Ball had first been announced. Here was an opportunity for him to entertain his dreams of wealth and class. With his anonymity preserved, he could disguise himself as a nobleman, and enter the ball as a guest.

He had laughed the idea off, at first. That it would be achievable was ludicrous; that he would be willing to risk the consequences was more so. However, his mind hadn't laid the idea to rest as easily. In servitude as payment for his father's debts to the Kingdom, Rhys had worked for the family of Salisbury since his ninth birthday. The ideas of being treated as an equal, of having his opinions and company valued, and of dining and dancing with aristocracy, were alien to him. And, since the idea had arisen, had become an earnest desire. The feeling had built up until at last, he had felt compelled to act.

After he had committed to the idea, it had been surprisingly easy to arrange. As he shadowed Prince Jonah daily, he had picked up his fair share of knowledge about the mannerisms of the wealthy. Waiting on the Prince at his dance lessons had even meant that he had picked up an idea of how to waltz satisfactorily. The small amount of money he received for his expenses was assiduously saved, until Rhys could finally afford himself a new tunic and robe. The clothes had been sequestered under one of the seats in the carriage, and only now did Rhys pull them out. Relatively plain, the material was lush and dark green, and his mask was simple and black.

Abandoning his own clothes as the carriage was driven around to the coach-house, he quickly dressed again. It was strange to feel material that didn't scratch against his skin, and Rhys stroked the side of his robe with something close to reverence, before finally stepping out into the castle courtyard. Swallowing hard to control his nerves, and allowing himself no time to change his mind, he rolled his shoulders and set off resolutely for the reception hall, following the way the Prince had gone.


Jonah entered the ballroom, tying the mask around the back of his head as he did so. The room was decked out in splendour, and he paused to admire the effort that had gone into decorating the palace, before walking forwards. The dancing had already begun, their stop at the roadside having made them late. With a smile, the Prince walked purposefully towards the nearest girl standing at the side of the hall, offered her his hand, and led her onto the dance floor.

Rhys entered a moment later, head bowed to avoid questions from the servants at the entrance. Though his mask made him unrecognisable, he still feared that he would stand out from those around him. It would take him a while to be brave enough to venture to speak to anybody, and so instead he walked to the table of refreshment. Out of everybody in the hall, he doubted that anybody appreciated the work that would have gone into the feast as much as he. That was the problem with nobility. Once they had given the order, their work was done. As such, they often forgot how much organisation and preparation was required, for an evening such as this.

Taking a glass of wine proffered by a servant carrying a silver tray, Rhys took a large gulp, and leant back against the wall to survey the scene. Honestly, if he lasted the night without being discovered, he'd be amazed.

[BewareNinjaLuna]

Murmurs began to fill the crowed, speaking about Scarlett, her future husband, together, and the great it will do for both of the kingdoms. How it would make both of them stronger, united once again. A hush then filled the gossiping crowed as the prince stalked in, looking elegant in diamonds, furs, and lush, expensive fabrics. It seemed like it didn't take a single thought before he grabbed a pretty girl, obviously fawning over his dashing looks, despite the mask. Everyone knew his face, and the hair, with the strong bone structure simply screamed handsome. But with that, also seemed to carry some arrogance, as well. The girl fell into his arms, and they glided onto the dance floor, two bodies flowing as one, moving swiftly, and beautiful over the marbled flooring. You couldn't help but look at them with a dream like state, thinking of all of the stories your mother used to tell you as a child, of the two who fell madly in love.
This was all ridiculous, though. They didn't know each other, and everything seemed to be in vain. The look they gave was of lust, and desire, and nothing more. Scarlett scowled at the figure who was supposed to be marrying her, and grabbed a glass of champing from one of the waiters passing by. She let the bubbly slide down her throat in two large gulps, enjoying the lightness it brought her, if only for a second. "What a character." She grumbled, plucking a piece of fruit cut up in lovely trays. She popped it into her mouth and chewed with anger. Scarlett hadn't even noticed the few people who passed over the food, picking out small things that they could nibble on. But the upset look in her eyes strayed most people away. She wasn't pissed off at anyone, except on how rude the prince acted. She wasn't one for big shows, but wouldn't he at least say hello? What does it matter? You don't like him anyways. And for once, she wasn't the centre of attention. Who would've guessed.

Her friend, on the other hand, was talking lightly in the crowed, finally catching Scarlett after the prince had arrived. "Typical, over the top." Rose said, taking note on the prince. Though Rose had to admit that she did fall for the prince quickly. Whether it be the charm, dancing skills, or something else, she fell into the trance all by herself.

(such horrible writers block! I'm SO sorry!)

[RachelDawn]

Had Jonah heard Scarlett's thoughts, he'd have been offended to say the least. In his opinion, and by the rules of etiquette, he had acted impeccably. You weren't supposed to know your partner at a Masquerade. Of course he could distinguish the Princess; only one person in the room could be made up with such finery. Given time, he would ask her to dance, though with her distracted expression he was reluctant to.

The point of a ball was to enjoy the dancing, and the young Prince wasn't about to forego that, not with the amount of ladies in the room. He smiled down at the woman in his arms, performing the dance steps with ease and precision. They didn't speak much, but conversation wasn't necessary. The music spoke for them, and Jonah for one was content to enjoy the sound of the quartet. As the dance finally drew to a close, he bowed politely and moved to find another partner.

Rhys was impressed. He had successfully circumnavigated the dance floor once, and had not been stopped or accosted by anybody save a servant offering more refreshment. He had returned to his original position leaning against the wall, only to be engaged in conversation by an elderly gentleman. Rhys didn't recognise him, but his manner and tone indicated considerable class. Using manners impersonated from his Prince, Rhys had replied, and had ended up in a lively discussion about the upcoming jousting tournament. As Jonah took part in the sport, Rhys knew enough about it to hold his own in the conversation, though he became uncomfortable when the finer points of the game were brought up. Excusing himself politely, he moved away, looking for different entertainment.

Finally working up enough nerve to attempt dancing, Rhys stood awkwardly, scanning the crowds for somebody who might be willing to dance. A young lady attracted his gaze. Dressed in blue and white, he had noticed her earlier as he had walked by. With loose blonde ringlets and an easy smile, she had looked friendly enough when he had glanced in her direction. Summoning his courage now, Rhys walked up to her.

"Good evening, my lady." She was already in conversation, with a woman who's back was currently turned from him. Her dress was certainly fine though, whoever she was. Not many people could wear black and gold with such elegance.
Rhys turned his attention back to the lady with fair hair. "I was wondering whether you would do me the honour of dancing the next tune with me?" He bowed, careful to do so in the manner of nobility, rather in the humble way that a manservant would.

The next piece of music had ended, and as before Jonah bowed to his partner before moving on. His eyes rested on the Princess again. She still looked upset, and he grinned suddenly. Unable to resist the urge to tease her for a little bit longer, he moved towards her. Her friend... Rose, her name was... was standing nearby, as well as a man who looked strangely familiar.

"Good evening, ladies." The Prince smiled at both women, turning on his charm with ease. He feigned ignorance, pretending not to recognise the Princess, despite how she stood out from everybody else in the room in terms of beauty. Instead, he turned to her friend, holding out his hand to her. "My lady, would you care to dance?" He turned laughingly to the man beside him. "Sorry my friend, you'll have to defer your place in the queue."

Rhys had fallen silent from the moment that the Prince had walked over, instantly regretting his decision to be here at all. He turned his face away, hoping to avoid recognition. However as the Prince spoke to him, he blushed hotly. He couldn't speak; Jonah knew his voice too well to doubt who it was. The only reason he hadn't been recognised visually was Jonah's conviction that Rhys couldn't possibly be here. Caught as for what to do, he managed a slight shrug, before backing away, right into the lady in black and gold.

Jonah gave the man a puzzled look. He was familiar, although he couldn't place him. And now he was acting the damnedest fool. Still, it wasn't something to bother him for long. Smiling politely at Rose, he led her away, and onto the floor. He resisted the urge to look back for the Princess's reaction. No doubt it would be entertaining, but the humour would be lost if she realised she was being sported with.

Rhys was mortified. Judging Jonah to be a safe enough distance away, he turned around hurriedly to the woman he had walked into.
"I am so sorry, my lady." His voice was deep and earnest. "I lost my footing a little, and couldn't regain it in time. Please forgive me." He had dropped his gaze to the floor, but now he chanced a look up to her face, anxiously watching to see whether he had offended, given himself away, or just humiliated himself. Honestly, he couldn't tell which would be the better outcome.

[BewareNinjaLuna]

As the ball continued with a slow turn of the clock, Scarlett had finally found her best friend, who was speaking to a few others cluttered together, the subject moving to one thing on to the next, making small talk, so they wouldn't be forced to stand alone, or look like someone who wasn't of importance. Each one of the girls eyes kept fluttering to the dance floor, and around the room. They obviously had ideas for their dance partners, but didn't seem to muck up the courage to introduce themselves to whom ever they fancied. To be polite, Scarlett bowed to the girls, and talked aimlessly for a moment, speaking of the Prince, who to everyone, it was clear which, out of all the men, who he was. How he entered, how he walked with grace, and lifted his chin and shoulders, showing confidince that could burn a hole in the wall. He also wore his famous, slicked back, thick blonde hair, that ended not below his neck. After all of these years hearing discriptions, Scarlett couldn't help but wonder if his hair was very curly, and that's why he decided to grease it back any chance the Prince had. It didn't look bad - Johan always looked marvilous. No matter what he was sporting. "It's been lovely catching up. We must do this again, very soon, yes?" She smiled brightly, her perfectly white teeth reflecting against her naturally dark pink lips, making a wonderful contrast. Scarlett grabbed Rose by her forearm, and lightly dragged her away to a place that wasn't so suffocating. Rose, despite her mask, arched her brow. The look in her eyes said enough.
"Someone is perhaps a bit irritable, tonight?" Rose inquired, looking at her arm, where Scarlett still had her hand attached to her. She smiled, a bit flustered, and dropped her arm to her side, fixing the glove so it fit... Well, like a glove. Scarlett wasn't upset at the issue of him ignoring her, but how he acted as if this were his party or some other idea. As if this were made for him. Granted he looked swell in his mask, and attire, but that wasn't the point at hand, that she was trying to make.
Scarlett sighed, resisting the urge to slump her shoulders, and ruin her perfect posture that her mother had worked so hard her whole life at perfecting. So, she bit down on her lip, chewing on the inside to keep from her other nasty habits. "It's just. I'm not positive anymore. You know he isn't of my complete fancy. Or he might be. I don't know him well enough, and in this short time before I have a wedding, for heavens sake, he makes no point to even say hello?"
"It could be possible that he isn't certain which girl you are. This is a masqurade ball, Shar." The look on the Princesses face was enough for Rose to add, "I said possible. Don't hold every uncertanty that I say as a truth that you'd like to hear." She retorted, crossing her arms, getting a bit impacient. But, it was understandable. If Rose was in her position, she might seem a bit more put together than Scarlett, but on the inside? Let's not even waiste time thinking about that.

Knowing that Rose was right, Scarlett was about to appologize for being such a drama queen (with no pun intended), when a man came sweeping through, pratically shoving her out of the way. She even backed up a bit to give the man some space, because how he came up, didn't leave the two girls much of it anyways. Out of the corner of her eye, Scarlett caught the glance of another male figure that walked up, though he looked much more modist than the other, who was showered with a pleaseant smelling cologne, with expensive fabrics, and lavish coloring that worked well with the light color of his skin, and the naturally highlighted blonde hair. It was none other than the Prince himself, though his back was obviously facing away from her, pointedly paying attention to her best of friends, Rose.
When he asked for her hand in a dance, it surprised both of the young women. Scarlett because she knew he wasn't that dumb. He surely knew it was her. Everyone did by the large entrance she made before - certainly not her idea. And Rose, because out of all the men here, it was the Prince. And, of course, because it was her best friends fiance. When she glanced over his shoulder to meet Shar's brown eyes, she could only read encuragment, as if mentally shoving her onto the dance floor. Rose met Johan's eyes, smiled brilliantly, and was whisked away to the dance floor. He was deffinitly a swell dancer. Strong frame, easy to lead steps, and a charming, yet intimidating look about him that you just couldn't resist. These stories about Johan were correct in Rose's eyes. This Prince outwon them all.

Scarlett had forgotten about the shadowed figure in the corner of her eye until he backed up into her. She then realized that he must've come up to Rose, and asked for a dance. No wonder she had looked to flustered. The Prince coming up to her, along with another man. It was quite awkward now that she had a moment to think about it. Well, until the tall figure stepped on her foot. "Aaow," she exclaimed, more in surprise than hurt. In all honesty, she wouldn've of noticed if he didn't knock into her. When he spoke, Scarlett looked up in surprise. It was a deep, lavishing voice. One that you couldn't help but remember. Though it didn't ring a bell to her. Must be new, or from the Prince's kingdom's parlament. Shar composed her posture, brushed a few strands of hair from her face, and waved his apology off. "It's quite alright - I cannot blame you for being so rudely brushed off." She said, her eyes speaking all truth. Some moments the Johan could be a bit bigheaded. But, with such a strong name to come from, it was hard not too. Despite her not liking to admit it, Scarlett had those too.
When the Princess took a moment to get a full, undistracted veiw of him, she was startled to see such a handsome - well, what wasn't covered in mask - face. For a moment, being so vain, she simply looked at him, admiring natural beauty. How he was dressed simple, and not flashy, as if he didn't care if others noticed him, or not. "And I'm sorry you didn't get a chance to dance with Rose, she's a marvilous one, I'll tell you." Scarlett didn't mean to shove it in his face that he was denied, but that she was trying to apologize for the Prince's actions, instead. Shar needed to stop doing that. For the short minutes of her single life were clicking away feverishly, and she could save himself from his actions for the years to come. Lovely, she thought to herself, shivering at the fear of it all. So she squelched the thought, and paid no more attention to what her irritating brain was reminding her of, so often.

[RachelDawn]

Rhys laughed at Scarlett's reply, secretly delighted at her description of the Prince's manners. He did not recognise the woman beside him as the Princess, having not entered the room until long after her introduction, and so didn't recognise Jonah's sporting. Nevertheless, any woman was bound to feel a little insulted when her friend received two offers to dance, and she none.

His eyes followed the pair on the dance floor. Rose certainly did move well, but as he had no particular attachment to her, he did not mind the missed opportunity. Instead, he turned his attention back to his companion.
"You know her well?" The comment had certainly been spoken affectionately. "It must be nice to have such a close friend." His expression changed to one of mock horror. "But you are forgetting the unspoken rule of the Masquerade. Nobody is supposed to know names." The quick smile that followed assured her that he had been teasing.

He paused, facing the dancers but allowing his eyes to slide sideways. The woman had brilliant make-up, but she still looked faintly recognisable to him. The Prince had many visitors at Salisbury, so it was probable that he had seen her before, around the court.

It was an unfortunate twist of fate that Rhys had never met the Princess. Jonah's visits to Weymouth had coincided first with a violent sickness on Rhys's part, and then with his one day of holiday in the month. Not that Jonah had seemed particularly bothered. Uncomfortably aware of Rhys's striking appearance, he was more than happy to meet his fiancée without his manservant there to distract her. Rhys had seen her likeness though, when it had been sent to the Prince months before, and it was perhaps from there that he gained the unsettling feeling of familiarity.

The woman seemed amiable, and definitely had looks enough to make the inside of Rhys's mouth dry. He was surprised to see her without a dance partner, but was not complaining. Swallowing to regain the power of speech, he resumed their conversation.

"With such a rule in place, it would hardly be fair for me to ask your name, particularly after I've chastised you so. Permit me instead to give you a name of my own? It will make conversation so much easier." He quirked a grin at her. "May I call you Aurelia? The name itself means golden, so it is particularly appropriate for your gown and appearance tonight." He allowed himself a little flirting; tonight was the only night he was able to. "My other choice was Ellen, meaning beautiful one. I thought that was a little forward, however." The entire sentiment was delivered with an easiness in his voice that prevented it from being misconstrued as overly serious.

Rhys stood a little taller, suddenly feeling more confident. Here he was, engaging in conversation with a beautiful woman and without making a fool of himself. Whether it was this confidence or the wine he had drunk he wasn't sure, but something propelled him onwards. "My lady, may I have the next dance?"



Jonah smiled down at his partner. She was certainly pleasant company, dancing and talking with pretty manners and a warm smile. As a second tune began, he stayed with her, easing from one dance to the next without difficulty.
"So tell me Rose, have you guessed who I am yet? Or is my disguise far too brilliant?" The dance required them to part company temporarily, circling other couples on the floor before joining back together. "And what of the Princess?" He laughed. "I suppose you're going to tell me I'm horribly wicked, teasing her earlier. I couldn't resist the temptation. I will go back to her after this dance has ended and beg for her forgiveness."

He continued in silence for a while, enjoying the flow of the choreography as each couple parted and reunited in a complex figure of eight. Dancing was certainly one of his better strengths, and his love of music made him appreciate it all the more. His thoughts returning to Scarlett, he looked down at Rose, a mildly interested expression in his eyes.
"Tell me, what does the Princess think of our union? This is to be the first time I've seen her since it was formally agreed. An inside knowledge of her opinions will certainly do me no harm."

[BewareNinjaLuna]

Realizing what she had done, Scarlett placed a hand over her mouth, smiling sheepishly. "I suppose I'm not used to the idea of it all. To tell you the truth, I was quite excited to have something of a Masquirade ball, and now look at me," she dropped her hand, smoothing out the purposely rumpled dress absentmindedly, "I'm ruining the fun and mystery of it all." Scarlett shook her head, sighing at her own stupid mistake. From now on, she'd have to be more careful about this, or the dark and handsome (which is what she decided she'd call him for now) would find out whom she was, and it seemed that he hadn't a clue, which was a very good veiw point, at least for her. It seemed as if others became intimidated, and backed off far too much around people of high importance, and for once, Scarlett just wanted to seem normal. Was that honestly too hard to ask for? With this mask on, and the traced make-up, she could blend in. Luckily for her, when she entered the party, not too many had arrived, so she was safe and sound from anyone coming up, and ruining her night with whispered affection on who the girl with the black mask was.
As he turned to admire the dancers, so did she; not taking in just Rose and her partner, but the flow of the others. How they swept past each other with only inches to spare, not freting over if they would knock into anyone; there was impecable trust with such strangers, but the grace and swirl of mixed velvets and silks and furs with the whimsical, yet ellegant music made Scarlett a bit intoxicated with the idea of it all. As if she were drunken with the affection roaming around the room. Her eyes finally did fall onto her friend, and she couldn't help a small smile to form on her lips. Though her dress wasn't as grand or accessory filled, it fit her perfectly. As she twirled, it flared slightly, showing off her ballet skills that she had worked so many years to achive the excellence that she obtained to this very moment. And she used it so very well. Surprisingly, Scarlett no longer felt the need to be upset at the Prince. He seemed to be behaving himself, and treating Rose right. Isn't that all she could ask for, especially on a night like this, where anything could be possible? Just for a split second, that is.
As Handsome continued on with their conversation, she couldn't help the warm feeling spread, and the light flipping of her stomach. Was it how he adressed things so lightly? As if there was enough time in the world, that everything could slow, or stop at his command? Anyhow, it was certainly something as he commented with the name of choice, and she was lucky to have the mask and make-up cover the rosey red cheeks that apeared suddenly. "Aurelia should suffice." Scarlett - or should I say Aurelia - responded. Though her words seemed short, the warmth of her tone, and the smile that danced over her lips made an appearance to give it more than just a curt responce. "And shouldn't you have one as well?" She retorted, flirtation dancing in her eyes as she made a "hmmmmm" noise and placed a finger to her lip, tapping against it thoughtfully, examining him. "I think Domenic..." It was as if she were talking to herself, and she nodded her head in approval of her own thoughts. "Yes, Domenic. Dark Warrior." Scarlett hoped that he would take it as a complement, and not as something of offence. After all, she had noticed his more tanned skin (but thought nothing of it), and there was something about him that just screamed 'strong', not in a physical sense, but mentally as well. He appeared as a deep character, and Scarlett was hoping that she would be pleasantly correct.
Aurelia (let's call her that for now), took the chance to approve of his request for a dance, eager to get out onto the dance floor, and with her new company as well. Maybe it was a positive cercumstance that the Johan decided to whisk Rose away to the floor, and not her. If it had been 'Aurelia' then she wouldn't of had the chance to meet Domenic. "I would consider myself honored to be your partner in the next dance," she replied, a light twinkle sparked in her eye.


Rose was slightly confused at how he knew her name - maybe others had figured her out and it wasn't as a brilliant desguis as she had thought. So, he also knew that she was good friends with his bride-to-be, as well? It then occured to her that she could play this out one of two ways; admit she knew who he was, and have the fun taken away, or act oblivious to whom he was. Rose was going to deny any reconization of his identity when he had openly admitted who he was, considering he mentioned his future plans with her best of friends, Scarlett. Well, he terminated the mystery, but maybe, just maybe, she could make it as equally interesting, even though they both knew each other out, now.
"She loves how it's bringing the two kingdoms so close together. We need you as much as you need us, and that seems like a fair trade. Besides, any woman would be lucky to carry your last name." Rose added, completely out of line, but she had said it before she could catch herself, and for some odd reasoning, she wasn't ashaimed to the least bit of herself. In fact, Rose was proud that she had managed that. Typically, she was quiet, and kept her opinions to herself. Maybe it was the mask to hide her - though he already saught out who she was, but it gave her a fiery confadince that in normal occasions, she wouldnt've dared to speak out. But here she was, flirting with Scarlett's soon-to-be-husband, and she didn't feel the least bit ashamed.

[RachelDawn]

Rhys grinned at his partner. "My lady, I'm flattered." As he took her hand and lead her onto the dance floor, he couldn't help but add under his breath: "Domenic? Try Anwir."

Fortunately the dance was not a difficult one, and so Rhys managed to keep time without too much effort. If Jonah had seen him he would have been amazed, for he didn't know of the hours Rhys had spent practising in his room alone. Aurelia evidently knew the steps well, which was a blessing considering he was supposed to be leading her. At one point he faltered, but as she continued into the move without his assistance, he was able to regain his place with only minimal embarrassment.

"You dance very well, my lady." Rhys smiled as he spun Aurelia under his arm. "You're showing me up. Dancing has never been my strong point. I prefer sport to this." At least that was partly true. Jonah jousted, participated in the hunt each year, and was required to be skilled at swordsmanship. As such, Rhys was constantly dragged out to give his Prince somebody to practise against. When Rhys had turned fifteen, the King had decided that Jonah should be given a more constant source of protection than the bodyguards who accompanied him when he travelled, and so Rhys had been trained with a sword until he became fully competent. The man had taken to it naturally, so much so that now he was more accomplished than Jonah. He was careful to lose when they fought though. Jonah's ego would not suffer being beaten without resentment.

The music ended. Loathe to forego the friendliness of the woman before him, Rhys continued into the next dance without asking Aurelia's leave. This one was more complex, and he fell silent in order to focus on the footwork.



Jonah considered Rose's answer, a slight smirk his only acknowledgement of her impropriety. Women had been far more bold in the past. "You make it sound like she enters into this only out of duty." He knew that that was the purpose of the match, but he had hoped for a little more enthusiasm on Scarlett's side. "Has she made no mention of her emotions?"

He looked to the sidelines as he spoke, and was surprised to see that Scarlett wasn't there. Casting his eyes around, he quickly located her on the floor with a man in a simple green tunic. So she had finally decided to dance? About time.

The music eventually coming to an end, Jonah bowed to Rose formally. "Thank you my lady, for the conversation and the dance. I think I should probably go and relieve some of Miss Goldwin's anxiety." He walked to the refreshment table, searching for his fiancée. He shrugged lightly as he saw that she was dancing still, until he noticed that she kept the same partner. The man was evidently not an accomplished dancer, but that did not seem to have put Scarlett off. Far from it, the pair were both laughing each time he moved incorrectly, the sound carrying across the room.

Jonah's forehead contracted into a frown, his lips set. It was improper of somebody of her standing to remain on the floor twice with the same man. He conveniently ignored the fact that he had just done the same thing with Rose. He was a man, and as such different rules applied to him. He took a glass of wine from the table and settled back against the wall, his eyes trained on the pair.


"I'm so sorry, Aurelia." Rhys tried to stifle a laugh as once again he spun her at the wrong time, and they ended up colliding. 'My lady' had been dropped in the course of the second dance, as his confidence and their friendship had grown. "I shouldn't have stayed on for this tune. You will be bruised and aching tomorrow and it will be my fault." Far from sounding apologetic however, his voice contained the laugh that he found impossible to suppress. "I'm amazed that you're still speaking to me."

He was enjoying himself immensely. The dance had allowed him ample opportunity to appreciate Aurelia's figure from all angles, and he had found himself trying for humour with each sentence, just to be rewarded with her wide smile. He was entranced, and so was ignoring the inner voice screaming at him to remember himself, and move on before he drew too much attention. For all he knew, Aurelia could have an eager mother at the sidelines, scrutinising each dance partner for eligibility and intentions. That would lead to questions, and ultimately to his getting unveiled. The sensible thing to do would be to end this second dance, excuse himself, and retire to the smoking room for the next hour.

Defiantly though, Rhys rebelled. If this was to be his one night of freedom, he was going to spend it with the woman who had captured his attention and his imagination all in one go. He was dangerously attracted to her, but could not bring himself to give her up to anybody else in the room.

"I have to warn you that I am going to be troubling you for the next dance too, Aurelia." He narrowly avoided treading on her toes, and grinned down at the girl. "To leave you with this as your lasting impression of my dancing would be mortifying. Let's see if the next dance will allow me to improve upon my reputation." The music of their second dance faded, and a slower waltz began.

[BewareNinjaLuna]

As Scarlett floated over the dance floor - well, sort of - she couldn't help but see more into Domenic. Though it was just dancing, it seemed as if this were her secondary nature, and she could tell different, little things about a person while dancing with them. If they did all the leading, and were too forceful, they could be considered a bit controlling. If they held on too tightly, they could be insecure. If they stumbled, they could be klutzy, or just very playful. And Scarlett was surely taking the stumbling as the second. Though it would've embarrassed her any other time, Domenic's skills only amused, and lightened her. And the way he could laugh at himself made him seem more open, and carefree, which was a change from most of the people who she has to be around most of the time. He was trying, and hard. Which is another reason Scarlett was going easy on him. Why should she make it harder, if he is already messing up (but in the most adorable way)?

When he complimented her light skills, she couldn't help but smile, "I appreciate that, Domenic. It just so happens that I have been taking ballet classes ever since I was five years old. And I must say, it is one of my favorite things to do." One of her favorite lady-like things to do, that is. Scarlett had very good swordsmanship as well, but that wasn't exactly something to bring up while dancing with a handsome young man, was it? She didn't think so, at least. As the next song started, she half expected him to pull away, being curtious to the accustomed time limit you had for a partner that wasn't one that you were romantically involved with. Yet, when he flowed well into the next song, Scarlett was pleasantly surprised, holding onto him a bit tighter - but not frightingly so - and worked over his feet, still not able to get past a few bad stumbles, but like always, they simply laughed. "I don't seem to mind very much." She said, brushing away his apology very lightly. "I can honestly say that you're the most dangerous, yet fun dance partner I've ever had, and that's saying something." Her compliments were light, but did in fact, have a hint of flirtation on the ends of it. And what could it hurt? They were merely having fun. Which was the whole point of this masquerade ball anyways.



When Johan commented on the few words Scarlett had left about him, Rose arched a delicate brow. She knew he was a bit cocky, but there seemed to be something else underlying in his voice. Disappointment? Was it because he held feelings for the princess? Rose wondered. Could it actually be that it was his idea for this whole arrangement... So he could be wed to Scarlett? It was a good thing that he pulled away after a few dances, because Rose was starting to grown fond of him, which for any girl, whether she be thirteen or thirty, wasn't ever a good thing.

When they parted, Rose nodded, and walked briskly over to the refreshments that were being carried by a few waiters. She plucked a wine glass from the array of alcohol, and sipped it daintily, scouting for her friend, who she couldn't find on the outskirts, waiting for a dance, or even in the few clusters of people that she was sure she'd be with. And that's when Rose saw it. Two lovely figures sweeping across the floor together, a perfect rhythm for one another. It seemed, that even when one of them made a mistake, they fell so beautifully with each other, that it was hard to look away. Of course she knew that to be Scarlett, but Rose hadn't a clue who her partner was. His skin, hair, height - everything about him lacked a familiar taste. But the look on her friends face forced a smile onto her own. How happy she looked. It wasn't forced for a second, but was a wide, shinning smile. Rose chuckled to herself, before realizing that Johan would be looking for her at any second, or worst, that he already found her. Oh, Scarlett, she thought to herself, You are going to be in so much trouble.


"I don't think I could ever complain if you kept me for a song after the next," Scarlett purred lightly, her voice soft, intoxicated just by the fun she was having tonight. When he mentioned his skills yet again, she couldn't help but chuckle. "I think you have the best feet in the whole party," she teased, scrunching her nose lightly as she smiled. A familiar expression when she was being light with someone. Once the music turned to the next song, Scarlett smiled inwardly, realizing at once that it was a slow waltz. Proper, but a very beautiful one at that. They switched positions lightly, to fit the new music well, coming closer together to fit the smaller, and more stretched out steps to match each others.

[RachelDawn]

"The best feet?!" Rhys laughed. "Now that's saying something. I've no doubt that you've had many partners to compare them with as well. I think your judgement must be based on the humour afforded rather than the skill of the dancer they are attached to. In any case, I won't complain." He was comfortable with the waltz, and enjoyed the more intimate pace. "Now I've had my compliment, you can have yours. You are without doubt the most beautiful woman in this room tonight. In my opinion, even the famed Princess cannot live up to you." The compliment was genuine, but Rhys was afraid to show the depth of meaning behind the sentiment. Emotions were dangerous things. Therefore, in an attempt to ruin the mood before it got any more serious, he deliberately tripped himself up, stumbling into the next move clumsily. There. Humour and light-heartedness returned.

Jonah watched the couple through narrowed eyes. One dance was acceptable. Two, imprudent. But three? Three sent out a distinct message to everybody in the room. Three indicated romantic attachment, and a decision to disregard all other men in preference for the one you had chosen as your own. For anybody to be so bold was contemptible, but for the Princess, an engaged woman no less, it was outrageous.

Jonah swallowed his rising anger. Perhaps it was Scarlett's idea of a jest; a retribution for his teasing her earlier. She certainly seemed more expressive than he had ever seen her. Perhaps she was deliberately trying to gain his attention, and provoke his jealousy. If that was the case, Jonah had to admit that it was working. He had no particular emotional attachment to the girl, but she was marked down as his and he intended it to remain that way.

Concluding that it must be the girl's way of provoking his reaction, Jonah calmed slightly, though he still never took his gaze off them. Unless she came to find him once this dance ended, he would have to intervene.


With his hand resting lightly on Aurelia's back, Rhys relished the contact as the waltz drew to a close. She had fitted into his arms easily for the dance, and he was reluctant to relinquish her now. Taking his cue from her comment about continuing dancing with him, he kept a hold of her as the music ended. He bent down so that his lips were level with her ear as a new melody began. "Have I redeemed myself sufficiently? It would be a dreadful shame if it took another dance to prove my competence, wouldn't it?" He began to draw her into the next dance, not caring for anybody else in the room. That is, until he looked over Aurelia's shoulder, and saw Jonah approaching, his face a mask of fury.


A fourth dance? Jonah was incredulous, and displeased. Whether it was the man's doing or Scarlett herself, such prolonged intimacy was deplorable and had to be stopped. As the couple began to move easily to the music, he walked towards them, his face radiating his disapproval. Scarlett was his fiancée, and should observe the etiquette of ballrooms in the proper manner.


Rhys balked. Jonah was evidently angry, and as Rhys could see no connection between the Prince and Aurelia, he could only assume that it was directed towards him. Jonah must have recognised him! He stopped sharply, barely noticing as his partner collided into him. He grabbed her by her shoulder urgently, making eye contact. "I have to go. I'm sorry." Leaving Aurelia alone on the dance floor, he turned and almost ran out of the hall, weaving through the throngs of people in his way. He darted through the wide front doors just as Jonah reached Scarlett.


"My lady." Jonah had schooled his face into a calm expression, but was unable to keep the emotion from his voice. "I'd almost given up hope of dancing with you at all tonight. You certainly seemed quite taken with that stranger." He dropped his voice to a fierce whisper, stepping closer so that only Scarlett could hear. "Four dances? My lady,you forget your position. And perhaps your engagement too?"