Savannah hugged her mother and went up to her designated throne. She really hoped she wouldn’t have to stay there for much of the night. The point of a ball was to dance and have fun, but she was having a difficult time not letting her mood get dampened by the arranged marriage situation. “Who is it? The prince I’m to marry?” She whispered to her mother.
Lillian took her seat, holding onto Savannah's hand she whispered back, "He hasn't arrived yet, but should be here shortly." She thought for a moment, leaned over to whisper a question to Caspian, then leaned back to Savannah. "You need to sit here for a few minutes. It is customary, for the royals to watch over the ball and tend to the people before entertaining themselves."
(Sure! Marcus really needs something to do)
Marcus stood on guard; he had been assigned to the ballroom, and he needed to be on his best behavior.
Savannah nodded and stayed seated where she was, waiting for the mystery prince to arrive. I just hope he’s a decent enough person… he must’ve received training similar to mine, right?
Georgiana quickly scanned the ballroom, looking for a job she could pretend to do. She saw several opportunities, but she didn't know any of the other maids, and she obviously couldn't go talk to them. She exhaled a sigh of relief when she saw the guard from the other day across the ballroom. At least she wouldn't have to talk to someone knew. She quickly weaved through the edges of the ballroom, careful not to get in the way, until she reached the guard. She gave him a small smile before turning to one of the guests, asking her, "anything you need, Ma'am?"
Marcus spotted the girl from the other day. He smiled a little, but stayed where he was. He quietly observed her tending to one of the guests.
As she finished her discussion with the woman, (most of which was her agreeing with everything the woman said), she turned back to stand near the guard. "Sorry to be a bother. I had to make it seem like I was doing something… besides wishing I was rich," she joked quietly.
Marcus smiled, though if anyone besides Georgiana looked they would not see it.
"Tis too bad we have to work tonight. I would have enjoyed a dance." Marcus winked.
Georgiana blushed. "No, you wouldn't have. I really can't dance," she explained.
"Then I would have you stand on my feet; I would do the dancing, and you would be the pretty one." Marcus smiled again.
"Not that you need anything to do that."
Riverpaw gazed around the large room, a small smile reaching her face. "This is amazing." She said quietly, to one in particular. "It is one of the most important events for the kingdom." Eleena explained to the shorter girl. "The princess and her future king will meet tonight." Beside them, Sky scoffed quietly. "Seems like a good time for someone to attack the place. Y'know, try to kill the royals or kidnap the princess."
"…Right, well, that won't happen."
"You never know. Humans are unpredictable."
Riverpaw shook her head as the trio made their way into the crowd, looking for a more vacant area to settle.
"You aren't nervous, are you, sweetie?" Lillian asked Savannah after a few silent moments. "About meeting the prince? I know that talk a few days ago wasn't…the best, but…"
“Well, I am nervous. I know it must happen, but I can’t help but be a bit anxious.” Savannah looked out over the crowd. “Oh, look! Georgiana and Marcus are dancing together.” She pointed them out to her mother.
Georgiana covered her face with her hands. "You're hopeless, honestly."
Lillian covered Savannah's hand, smiling as she gently lowered it. "It's rude to point, dear." She watched the duo her daughter was talking about. "So…does Georgiana have a…thing…for the knight?" She asked quietly.
"Oh? Hopeless, yes, but not in the way you think." Marcus felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned his head, and saw that it was time for a shift change. He turned back to Georgiana.
"It seems we shall have this dance after all." With this, he bowed, offering Georgiana his hand.
"Shall we?"
Georgiana rubbed her arms, unsure. "I don't know… we could get in trouble…"
"Well, I'm on the off shift right now. And we don't have to do it out there." He motioned to the dance floor, covered in nobles.
"It will be fun, I promise."
"All right, then," Georgiana said, smiling faintly.
Marcus took her hand gently and led her to the back of the room. Quietly, he turned to face her.
"Shall we dance?"
"I suppose we shall," Georgiana replied. She looked around nervously for a moment; she hated letting her guard down. "But I warn you, I was not lying when I told you I absolutely cannot dance."
"And I was not when I gave a solution." Marcus put his hands around Georgiana's waist and placed her on his feet.
Georgiana smiled, relaxing a little. "It would be nice to be a noble. Although, they must have to be diplomatic, something I could never be," she said, then stopped abruptly. Why did I say that?
Marcus smiled a little.
"I think you would make a great noblewoman." He put his left and around her waist and took her hand in his right. To the tune of the music, he started to dance.
Lillian covered Savannah's hand, smiling as she gently lowered it. "It's rude to point, dear." She watched the duo her daughter was talking about. "So…does Georgiana have a…thing…for the knight?" She asked quietly.
(Yeah I was trying to find a better word since pointing is rude lmao)
“I think so. She’s mentioned him before in passing.” Savannah watched as Marcus led Georgiana to the back of the room to dance. “When did you say the prince would be arriving, mother?”
"Thanks," Georgiana said quietly, before drifting off into her thoughts.