Lillian sat straight in her seat, looking over to the main doors, then looking through the crowd. "Shouldn't be much longer, I hope. Patience, dear." Maybe he'd somehow sneaked in without being announced? From what she could tell of the prince, when she and Caspian had met him a few weeks ago, he seemed like the kind to not want to make a big deal over himself. Regardless, she hoped people - mostly, her husband and daughter - weren't going to start worrying over him possibly being late.
Riverpaw thanked Eleena, who had brought over drinks. "So, what exactly do we do here?" Sky asked skeptically, watching the people talk and dance. "What do you mean?" Riverpaw replied, and Eleena giggled. "You mean what do you do at a ball?" Sky nodded, leaning against the wall. "Well, firstly, you stop looking so…grumpy. Secondly, you do what you see everyone else doing, basically - talk and dance." Sky rolled her eyes. "I don't dance in public, and I'm not talking to anyone."
Riverpaw sighed, and looked up towards the throne pedestal. She saw the princess, and wondered who the prince was that she was supposed to meet. This event was for them, and it was nice, but it still didn't seem fair that the two had to get married so young and basically against their own wills.
Savannah nodded again, tapping one foot anxiously. She didn’t like being up here, so vulnerable and open. She did sometimes worry about assassins or other people against the king and queen, but right now she was just generally anxious. She was all dressed up and she was just sitting there, doing nothing. At least she could dance and enjoy the party when the mysterious prince arrived.
(Guys, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to miss so much. And honestly I would be lying if I said I was fine, but thanks for worrying.)
Damian straightened his suit out for the hundredth time already. How long have I've been standing out here for? Damian wasn't sure- no he definitely sure he wasn't ready for this but there was nothing else he could do to get out of it. The large doors opened when two guards stood in front of it. "Invitation." Damian handed it over and the guards looked at him as if they offended the most important person in the world. Moving aside, Damian walked through and down a hall. When entering the room he was overwhelmed by how many people were there. Standing to the side he watched as everyone dance, hoping ni one would recognize him.
(This is Damian. https://pin.it/u4zc7gkqoyew5x)
Savannah spotted a new person enter the room and stood up. That must be him… (I’ll assume he has a a mask) I wonder what he looks like? She hesitated for a moment before approaching the prince, curtsying politely as she greeted him. The photographers took more pictures of her and the prince together.
Marcus glanced up when he saw the princess move out of the corner of his eye.
It seemed the prince had arrived…
"I'm so nervous for her," Georgiana said anxiously, "I feel like I should be there with her." Although she was only Savannah's servant, she felt protective of her, and felt uncomfortable not being allowed to help her in any way.
Damian bowed. "Hello Princess." He wasn't sure how to act, since he hadn't been in Prince mode for a while. "This is a nice castle you have. Really Damian, now you just sound jealous. He smiled awkwardly and turned his head away. She looked even more beautiful tonight, but that still didn't mean he wanted to marry her. He just knows a pretty girl when he sees one.
“Thank you… I suppose we should dance?” Savannah held out her hand. “I apologize for the situation, by the way. I’m sure you aren’t happy to be forced to marry, but I do hope we can learn to get along. For the good of our kingdoms.” She smiled softly, taking Damian’s hand in her own.
"To our kingdoms uniting." Damian said, with genuine feelings. Although deep down he knew this is not what either of them wanted. But, being told how to live and what yo do came with being royalty. He set his other hand on her hip and began to lead her around the dance floor. Damian was glad he wasn't rusty on his dancing, this would have been an embarrassment if he didn't remember. "If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" She seemed really young, especially to get married even more so to take over a kingdom.
“I’m sixteen… I do wish my parents wouldn’t have me rule so early, but it is my duty to do as they say.” Savannah put her hands in the proper position and danced slowly with Damian. “I’m Savannah, by the way. I’m sure you already know that, but I’m not sure I know your name?”
Lillian clapped quietly to herself and smiled as Savannah and Prince Damian spoke. Caspian hadn't been too pleased with her actions; it was a bit informal, her going to the prince instead of waiting for him to approach the pedestal, but no one else seemed to mind. He had a few guards go over to keep the photographers and crowd back, just in case, as Damian and Savannah danced.
Marcus looked at Georgiana.
"We cannot help the princess in everything. She will have to do this herself." He smiled, trying to calm Georgiana down.
"I see. I'm older than you. My name is Damian." He smiled and spun her. She danced very well, but that was to be expected. She was the Princess. Looking up he saw the Queen looking right at them, very intensely. The King was as well, but Damian couldn't read him, in all honesty the king kind of scares him.
Georgiana groaned and forced herself to look at the floor. "How… how was your day?" She asked, attempting to distract herself.
Savannah smiled a bit and glanced over to where Damian was looking. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Don’t worry about father too much, by the way. He might sort of ask you some questions later to get to know you better, but he’s the one who wanted this marriage to happen in the first place. It’s strange to think about, isn’t it? We’re just meeting now and we’re to be married in just a weeks’ time.”
"It was long and dull. Still, it was worth it for the sweetness at the end." Marcus continued to dance with Georgiana on his feet, gently stepping to and fro.
"Stopp," Georgiana complained, "you're making me blush. It's not fair."
"She's doing good." Caspian spoke quietly to his wife, watching the pair on the floor. Lillian made a quite noise, as if she were offended on Savannah's behalf. "Did you expect any less?" Caspian raised his brow and looked at her from the corner of his eye, and Lillian gently slapped his arm. He chuckled quietly, the butlers and maids near their thrones smiling subtly at their antics. "I'm kidding, Lilly, of course not." He locked eyes with the prince for a moment, silently willing the young man to not mess up with his daughter.
"But you're so cute when you blush." Marcus was laying it on thick.
"Yeah," He laughed, "It is strange to think about." When his parents heard about a large kingdom wanting to buy food land in trade of protection, they were thrilled. But then both kingdoms decided that the only way to truly become one is marriage. Although it was strange they didn't send his younger brother, since he was closer in age to the Princess. "I hope all goes well."
(I might not be able to respond for a bit, apologies in advance!)
"Oh. My. Stars." Georgiana said, emphasizing each word. "I'm supposed to be professional, and you're making it difficult."
Marcus laughed.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop."
“Mhmm…” Savannah swayed a bit with the music. “How old are you, by the way? I mean, it isn’t too important, but I am curious.” She was vaguely aware that everyone was watching them at this point, but she put it out of her mind.
"Thank you very kindly," Georgiana said, before quietly singing along to the music that was playing.
