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[color=seagreen][h1]Drake[/h1]

[color=greenyellow][b]Time:[/b] Evening of the 28th[/color] 
[color=greenyellow][b]Location:[/b] Banquet Hall[/color]
[color=greenyellow][b]Mentions:[/b] Thea [@Tae], King and Queen Danrose [@princess], Wulfric [@SilverPaw], and Leo [@Helo][/color][/color]

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After his time at the charity event, Drake was on airs. He held his head high and walked with swagger. His cadence was a message to all - today was a good day, and the young lord would do all in his power to continue making it as such.

Drake made it home and after some brief carousing with his house staff, made his way to his chambers to prepare. He was never a man to wear the same thing twice in such short time - so the question became…what to wear?

In the midst of all the regal authority and flashy foreigners, could he truly compete in the fashion department? Perhaps being simple and traditional was the key to standing out in a sea of opulence. Drake nodded to himself as he thought to himself in the mirror, and grabbed a simple black and white tuxedo jacket. But to be bland was [i]too[/i] simple. There was some accents to his attire that would surely do just the right amount of flair to his outfit.

In his nightstand drawer, the man grabbed a familiar box that he had been given on his birthday. A pair of cufflinks that were made from his birthstone - a thoughtful gift from his beloved. [color=greenyellow][i]If there ever was a time to unveil such a present. Now seems like an appropriate time.[/i][/color] Drake fashioned his new accessories to his cuffs as a knock sounded from his bedroom door. It was Sebastian, his ever faithful right hand.

“Sir. The corsage you requested?”

[color=greenyellow]”Yes, it's beautiful. Thank you, Sebastian. Help yourself to the winery once Mother and Father are gone - but don’t let anyone else see you. Wandering eyes speak many words, young man.”[/color]

A quick exchange of nods between the two was all that was needed. Drake, grinning ear to ear, places the orange rose fashioned like a pin onto the lapel of his jacket. His hands firmly pull on it to smooth any creases leftover from his movement before he makes his way to the family carriage. [/hider]

Drake stepped out of his personal carriage, only mere minutes behind his family. He had made special adjustments to his otherwise traditional attire. A black suit jacket, black pants, and shiny black shoes with a splash of white from his undershirt. On his wrists he sported two pairs pearlescent cufflinks on either wrist - aquamarines that glimmered subtly as he strode under the extravagant chandeliers.

A single orange rose with a small arrangement of greenery pinned to his chest was an interesting choice of color - but he had a feeling the person he wore it for would appreciate it. He took one last chance to fix his hair, fingers sliding between black locks that flower like waves down to his shoulders. As he entered the room, a faint aroma like the sea wafted from him - a tasteful amount of one of his personal favorite colognes: “Voyage of the Sea”. 

[color=yellow]”Introducing, the Lord of House Edwards…Sir Drake!”[/color] cried the orator.

Drake smiled and gave a ceremonious wave to nearby company. He took quick stock of who was here and where they were - offering momentary glances and quick smiles to familiar faces. Stopping before the King and Queen, he bowed and addressed them.

[color=greenyellow]”Another spectacular event, Your Royal Highness. I am looking forward to the expertly crafted palette of tonight's meals, and honored to be in such radiant presence.”[/color] Some might call it brown-nosing - Drake just saw it as a necessary formality for one such as Edin. He paused for their response, and gave proper leave before making his move back to his seat. 

Before that, he stopped and placed his hand out towards Wulfric. [color=greenyellow]”And a good evening to you, Sir Wulfric. I hope you do not mind me removing some of the usual formalities.”[/color] Once their hands would make contact, Drake would lean in for a cheeky whisper. [color=greenyellow]”Lest I be the subject matter of your next scolding.”[/color] 

Drake snickered slightly and regained his composure, finishing the handshake. [color=greenyellow]”I look forward to what the night brings. I hope it treats you well, Wulfric.”[/color] As Drake finished he strode towards his seat, where his eyes locked onto a stunning figure. 

A casual pace turned into more of a purposeful stride as Lady Thea went to take her seat. Not too hurried, but just quick enough to take hold of the seat and offer it to her. [color=greenyellow]”Not that you needed my assistance, but it would behoove me to not offer the courtesy, Lady Smithwood.”[/color] With an outstretched hand, he gestured for her to sit, and allowed her the chance to view the special cufflinks up close. Once she was properly seated, Drake looked over to their left and saw a vaguely recognizable individual. The talk of the town - and apparently subject to many misfortunes. Still, the young lord greeted him as delightfully as any other.

[color=greenyellow]”You must be Lord Smithwood. Pleasure to officially meet. I am Lord Drake Edwards.”[/color] He pushed his arm out for one of many handshakes of the night.

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