"Don’t worry, we will see them again soon.” His voice was gentle as he tried to comfort his four year-old niece, who looked to be on the verge of tears at the realisation that she was separated from her mother and her sister. It must have happened in the chaos, and the prince was, at the very least, relieved that he had spotted her in the middle of the crowd and had the presence of mind to carry her to a safer place. He, too, was worried, but Pia needed reassurance. 

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Pietro sat at a corner at the tennis court, eyes wandering from person to person, observing the group of people with him there in the closed space. A million thoughts ran through his mind. He worried about the plague, his family, the other people in the palace, the people outside the palace –– perhaps he should have worried for himself, but he was alright. He wished he could do something to help the situation, but for the time being, it seemed that the only thing they could do was wait and make no trouble –– though even he felt that the longer that they were stuck there, the harder it was for people not to grow restless. He let out a small sigh, speaking when he sensed another presence beside him. “How long do you think will we be here for?” There was no sign of impatience in his voice, his words only carrying concern for their shared circumstances.

Declan wasn’t at the event for long, but was there long enough to see the whole energy of the palace quickly shift from positivity to alarming rates.  One moment the Irish King was conversing in good company with an eye on his Queen and Princess from a short distance; watching his redheads enjoying themselves for once in a long time, to now seeing the panic on their faces through their masks as bodies moved them away from his vision.  “Rowan!... Caitlyn!...” He shouted hoping they would see him or follow his voice, but the siren sounds of people shouting along with him seemed to dull out his strong voice.  “Lachlann!”  The King shouted for his guard whom was also like family.  His fearful eyes scanned the masquerade while breathing heavily through his nostrils like a bull all while trying to push through the crowd in search for his family, and with that he was soon stopped by guards preventing him to proceed with his search.

even in the midst of the disaster gregoire remained unnervingly relaxed throughout the whole process of them being forced off into separated group in different courtyards. as he followed the crowd of people in one particular group he paid more attention to the path the took and the walls around them than those around him. which had been off behavior for the man who was usually more interested in the conversations at hand. it was almost as if he was intentionally mapping out where it was they were going as a precaution.