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[color=5F9EA0]Time: 6 pm
Location: Castle Dinning Hall
Attire: [url=https://i.imgur.com/R61caal.jpeg]Winners wear red & black![/url]
Interactions: Alexander, Olivia, Dutchess Edwards, Ariella, and Edin [/color]
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[color=9FA1A4]Clarence turned his head and flashed a wide and enthusiastic smile at Wulfric. He liked this sibling: a presence that commanded attention, a dark wit, and who was, without a doubt, the most regel of the Danroses. He dipped his head respectfully, returning the nod. 

His gaze flickered to a woman who addressed him. He neither recognized her nor did he note anything about her that said she was important. Just the opposite, in fact. She entered the dinner with the Vikena family; neither Edin nor Wulfric held that ilk in high esteem. So he followed their lead, giving nothing more than a single glance their way. 

[Color=gold]“I fancy the suit, Prince Callum. To think we share the same tailor is quite the honor,”[/color]

Clarence smiled at Alexander. [color=5F9EA0]“There’s a reason for that.”[/color] He said, straightening his bow tie. [color=5F9EA0]“Men like us, only accept the best.”[/color]

Alexander. Works for Black Rose, our allies. Clarence studied him, a far more put-together and composed ally than he’d ever expected Callum to have. 

Mischief twisted its way into his smile. He watched the Edwards entrance, noted the major snub as the Dutchess failed to bow before the royal family. 

[color=5F9EA0]“Dutchess Edwards, do you think yourself our betters? I noticed you did not bow, or curtsy, before your king and his family. Are you too proud to submit before His Majesty?”[/color] Clarence asked, his voice carrying across the dining hall with ease. As he spoke, he watched Ariella’s clumsy entrance. 

Clarence lifted a hand and blew a kiss her way, the gesture smoothly turning into a wave. Then his eyes moved to Kazu as the puppet from earlier made his entrance. 

[Color=5F9EA0]“Oh, and look father, your jester has arrived."[/color] Clarence spoke as he watched the puppet boy knocked over food, plates, and goblets. A jester indeed, the puppet's colorful eyesore of a suit absolutely screamed court jester. The anticipation was thrilling - what would the king do with his new toy? 

[Color=5F9EA0][i]Hopefull something violently entertaining.[/i][/color] The spirit thought. How long could the puppet keep dancing?[/color]