Long Lost
@bohemianaiden
Taran had never been to a ball before. The King of Camelot often threw celebrations that were open to the public, but heâd never considered himself worthy of actually attending. Madam Alvira had chastised him for it, but heâd always calmed her by saying he simply didnât wish to go. He was content with the humble little world he lived in, and heâd probably just cause more trouble than he was worth.Â
This time was different. This time the kingdom was in ruins, as was his home. Even the madam was in a state of distress he never would have dared to imagine her in. Not only that, the ball was a masquerade. No one would know who he was or what he did. Sure, he could hardly pass for a noble in his plain garb, but it was still a chance to see a brighter side to the kingdom he called home. He lacked the confidence and charm of most of the brothelâs workers, but he also saw this as a chance to find patrons, knowing all too well how desperately they needed new customers if they hoped to fully rebuild their home.
Golden locks topped off with gold roses caught his eye, and he stared openly like a wide eyed child. The head piece alone must have cost a fortune. The stranger seemed to notice him staring and Taran blushed beneath his mask. âForgive me, itâs just... the roses look lovely.âÂ











