“you’re looking well this evening,” she commented to the person next to her as she was looking over the delicacies that had been laid out upon large feasting tables. she took a gentle sip from the cup in her hand as she admired the finely crafted foods, as though taking stock and heavily weighing her decision before picking one out to take a bit of. 

     ‘ hmph !!   -- i thought these ROMANS were meant to be fun. i have yet to see anyone be eaten by lions. ‘   a petulant voice speaks up around the sea of unknowns and masks, hers something purple and thorny -- the gems embedded to show off her family’s wealth. 

     She was an attention grabber, by choice, this evening. Her dress accentuated her curves, hugged her waist tightly, and did little to hide the blades strapped around her hips. Her one saving grace was the overcoat that hugged her shoulders. Eden was no stranger to balls, she’d infiltrated many, but this was her first as Eden. The first one that she was allowed to behave as she wished, kiss whoever that she wished without repercussion, and the first one where she was hidden in the crowd. “Hello, beautiful stranger,” Eden said to the partygoer beside her. They stood before the drink table. “I do believe that you and I have three choices here tonight. We get a drink, guess each other’s identities, dance or take a walk through the gardens. Take your pick.”

the dance. the ball. petra had been to countless numbers of balls she lost count. it stopped to amaze her. the dazzling feeling she used to feel, showered down upon her as she walked into the room. the magic it casted upon her and how she felt like the prettiest woman in the world. gone. it’s just part of work now. mingling with people, pretending that she cared ( though she never did much of this ), exchanging pleasantries. her age went up and they traded in the magic with dullness.but this time it was different. this time, it felt as if it was her first ball all over again. the magic in the air, the excitement that tickled her heart, the sparkle in her eyes. everything came back like a winter storm. and she welcomed it with her sweetest smile. because this time, she came in as a princess and with konrad as HER prince. and by LORD, there’s nothing better than this. he had proposed to her just days ago. a real one this time, a date set aside for their wedding and her heart softened at just the memory of how he had hugged her that day. she walked down the stairs, blue gown sweeping graciously. SAPPHIRE BLUE necklace that he had given her and she had treasured with ALL her life rested comfortably around her neck, as if it was home. her blue eyes caught sight of him and she smiled, and she blushed, like a girl in love. she held out her hand for him, stars in her eyes. a darling little smile on her pink lips. “shall we, my love?”