Honey waited in the carriage as everyone piled in; her step-father and step-mother with their children, each at least dressed 10 times better than Honey herself. While her two step sisters and step brother wore garments trimmed with golden threaded embroidery, it was Honey who was left out and feeling rather plain- a feeling Honey knew all too well.
Looking down at her dress, the poor girl with bright red locks twirled her hair around one finger while smiling softly. When thinking of her dress on its own, Honey believed it was the loveliest dress out of the bunch, however, looking back at her sister's dresses she sighed and though she tried not to be ungrateful she couldn't help but wish she was pretty too. Such a plain dress made Honey feel like a little girl who wasn't old enough to wear such fine silks and jewelry.
Glancing over, Honey's sister Olive smiled sweetly, taking her dear sister's hand away from her hair and holding it as she said softly- "You look fine, but you would look much prettier if you smiled."
Olive was a beautiful girl- slender and pale but unlike Honey she wasn't as short and had such beautiful raven black hair. She wore a green and blue gown, with golden swirls here and there. The party that every girl in the land was invited to was a sort of costume party and Olive was dressed like a stunning peacock.
Honey's other sister, Mabel, was going as a fox. With her fox-like expression and smirk it fit her well, though Honey found it a insult to all foxes, and as Olive tried to cheer Honey up, Mabel brought her back down. "Bugs aren't beautiful, and that's what you're going as- just a ugly little bug." Olive playfully- or so it seemed- tugged on one of Mabel's loose brown locks that had escaped her bun. Making a face at her sister she scolded her before turning back to Honey. "Butterflies, in my opinion, are beautiful little things."
Stroking Honey's cheek she gave her a hug before the carriage started, leaving the house and heading towards the castle. The whole way Honey played with her hair mindlessly, staring out the window and dreaming of how her first dance would be. Her sliver-blue dress in the moonlight, flowing around her as she danced with some handsome stranger, never knowing who it was for the masks they wore. Sadly, her dream was cut short by the sudden loud giggling of Olive and Mabel. Speaking so loudly of how both of them would dance with the prince, their mother encouraged them to try and dance as much as they could.
"You'll dance with him as well, Honey." Olive added in, taking Honey's hand once more. Their mother rolled her eyes, sighing a bit impatiently, while their father only smiled. While Olive and Mabel's mother had never been quite nice to Honey, their father had been a warm and friendly caretaker, acting as if Honey was really just another one of his own flesh and blood.
"Girls, don't tease her so." Looking over at her son, Isaac, who was 5 years older than Honey, she smiled. "You can dance with Isaac." Hearing his name, the plump looking young man turned to smile at Honey, which made her feel kinda sick to her stomach. She knew Isaac liked her, but Honey didn't return the feelings to say the least. To Honey, Isaac shouldn't have gone to this ball as a bear, but rather a pig- he wouldn't have then needed to buy a mask.
Thankfully, before Honey would have to answer to that statement of dancing with her pig of a stepbrother, the carriage pulled up to the castle and suddenly everyone inside was all a twitter, awestruck at the grandness of it all. It only took a minute or so before the pulled up to the front steps, where once very one was out they made their way inside.
Honey had never seen a ballroom before, but it was even more than she could ever imagine. Candle light gave a warm and even slightly romantic glow, however it was still bright enough to see all the glittering and happy people dancing. It was a room filled with masked, mysterious people, sweet smells of roasted pig and duck along with other fragrant dishes, sweet aromas of flowers and perfumes.
"Don't get lost." She heard her stepfather say, realizing her two sisters were already starting to walk into the crowd. Placing her mask on she walked off, trying to follow her sisters so Isaac couldn't ask her do dance. She found them, crowding around with other girls, and standing there with them she realized they were crowding around the prince. About half an hour later he had danced at least once with every girl and now was dancing with Honey.
It didn't feel right, rather awkward to say the least, and the poor dear kept stepping on the prince's feet, finding that she just didn't feel comfortable dancing with him. However, he was pleasant enough about it, doing is best not to get angry with her, and yet cut the dance short. Thanking her lucky stars she rushed over to hide in a corner near the table full of food.
Grabbing whatever she wanted, Honey walked along without taking her eyes off the table and suddenly bumped into someone, dropping her food on the floor.
"I-I'm so sorry sir." she sputtered out quickly, bending down to try and pick up the food, taking off her gloves to do so. "I should have been watching where I was going." She added, bowing her head a few times in apology.
(I'm sorry for the bad starter, but she pretty much bumped into your guy haha. I thought it would be a quick way to get them them talking ^^)
The Prince found himself caught up with a multitude of women at his hand, each taking their turn to stride across the ballroom floor with him. Many of the girls, were either too pushy in the curiosity of his personal life, having him move on to the next girl rather quickly or they were too much of something else, ugly, weird, too much perfume, too much stride or too much step. He found the by the time he would reach the last girl, he'd have about two toes left after the other eight were blistered to the point they fell off. He found it extremely difficult to concentrate on himself when all these girls would do was talk about themselves and how wonderful they are and how they were just simply cut out for the life of privilege and riches.
As the Prince was nearing 25, it was time for him to start looking for a wife, for in two years, he would have to wed in order to be eligible to take the throne. The Prince was to marry and take the throne before reaching the age of 30, otherwise the right of throne would be handed down to the next in line for Royalty, which would mean that Archibald Ives would take the throne and just about everyone in the kingdom loathed the Ives Family. They were wretched and wrong. What snide people they were. One of the wealthiest families in the land of Easton, and they made sure everyone knew it. The Ives were nasty and grotesque people. Publicizing that when they take over the land, there will be major law changes. Which is why King and Queen Harries, tried their best to get their son to marry and quickly.
While Prince Fredrick got his toes stepped on, his personal servant Alexander, moseyed along the dance floor. He was dressed as a bat. In all black and with a mask that covered the upper part of his face, with sharp points sticking up by both ends of his face, it resembled his personality exact. Quiet but fierce when need be, travels mostly alone and is love with the darkness and the silence of it. He kept an eye on the Prince from a far making sure that all was well with him. Often catching a gaze or two of an interested girl. He seldom danced at these parties but no one knew who he was and therefore he grabbed a little less attention than he normally would, which neither bothered him nor the Prince.
Though he stood alone most of the night, Queen Bethany would sometimes pat him on the shoulder to ask if all was well with him or Fredrick. He would update her on who he's danced with and if anyone caught his attention, but more often than not, all he delivered was bad news to the Queen. The whole point of this dance was to find someone for Fred. Though, luck was not on their side. If it were up to the townswomen, they'd all have their daughters marry the Prince. After all, you only hear the good of the Royal Family and Prince Fredrick was terribly handsome and charming when out about. But if these women knew the man Alexander knew, they'd all scurry about in the opposite direction.
Nonetheless, the Prince continued to draw attention from mothers begging him for another dance with their daughters. The shiny floor reflected everything but the Princes' personality when he would kindly agree and say that he'd love to dance again with an oddly smelling girl with two left feet. Though, he stuck through it. As for Alexander, he was stuck in the shadows all his life. In the shadows of his life, Alexander found himself at the dinner table. He quietly sifted through the small tidbits of food laid out on the clothed table, looking for something even remotely filling to enjoy. He would sneak away to the kitchen if it weren't for the Queen always pestering him about something. But finally he found a moment to himself and he wasn't going to use it by running away, but instead to fill the void inside of his empty stomach.
Just as Alex was about to pick up some custard biscuits, someone bumped into him, knocking his food out of his hand. He turned quickly to see a girl, bent down picking up food off the floor. He knelt next to her, helping her pick up food and hearing her apologize. "It's not a worry, dear. I was far too much in a daze to even notice anyway." He picked up the food and stood, placing the crumbled pieces of whatever it had been the girl chose to eat on the table. He looked her in the eye and rumble filled his stomach. He wasn't sure if it was hunger or nerves, but he smiled at her, hoping she wouldn't hear anything coming from his abdominal.
She was beautiful. At least, what he could see of her face. But he didn't quite need to. He thought her bright red hair against her silver blue dress and pale skin was ravishing. He felt his cheeks go blush. He cleared his throat and put out his hand. "Would you like to dance?" He smiled softly, hoping that she'd say yes while at the same time trying to stay calm so that his hands wouldn't sweat while they danced, if they did.
Seeing the man had taken her by surprise. Whether it was a good surprise or not is what Honey was still trying to decide. Without looking up at him at first she couldn't help but smile a bit to herself, happy to see that she wasn't going to be yelled at for dropping food or bumping into him. Of course, looking up at him she jumped a bit, for he was wearing all black. Standing up slowly she didn't take her eyes off of him, not really thinking that it was most likely rude until he gave a smile to her and she looked away bashfully.
Almost wiping the bit of food off on her dress- force of habit really- she quickly stop herself and grabbed a napkin, cleaning off her hand as she tried to make herself not look too nervous. Although she couldn't see his face clearly, she could tell he was rather handsome, and though he wasn't any prince she was already a bit flustered and embarrassed.
Putting her glove back on she froze when he asked her to dance. Finally looking back up at him she blinked, tilting her head to one side in curiosity and awe that someone would want to dance with her- especially someone like the man in front of her. The way he spoke, the way he held himself, he must be nobility. Clearing her throat she weighed her options quickly, not wanting to keep him waiting.
On one hand she had a bad feeling she was going to step on his toes like she had done with the prince. On the other hand, how many times did she get to go to a ball? Then again...She didn't want to make a fool of herself...However, he wouldn't know who she was since she was wearing a mask.
Twirling the ends of her hair around her finger she thought, still looking up at him. Glancing at his hand she smiled bashfully and shrugged, telling herself she was too busy over-thinking things. He was offering to dance with her, she might as well dance!
"I'd love to. It would be my pleasure." Giving a small curtsy, she then took his hand, feeling how warm it was and how large it was compared to hers- it was rather nice.
"Though, I must warn you, I might step on your feet. I'm not use to dancing with others." She giggled at herself, while mentally yelling at herself not to mess up, to be pleasant and charming if she could figure out how and to talk with him instead of looking at her feet. Even Honey knew she was asking too much of herself, but she was going to try.