Masked ball were all the rage, it seemed, ever since Italy and France had started to use them to give the royals a kind of entertainment. Apparently it gave everyone such a rush it was even considered a bit... sensual. But Mabil would not take part in this. Her duty was to His Highness. Mabil was His Highness’s confidant for this ball and she was striving to make sure she did everything perfectly. 

She had set out his chosen outfit, the large fluffed with silver lining, white and silver velvet clothing. Now she stood patiently, quietly with a platter of wine, cheese, bread, and fruit for the young king’s delight. Taking the wine from the platter Mabil had been holding he gave her a "Thank you," to which she curtsied graciously as he left. Once he was gone she made sure his room was organized as the head maid said it should be and then left to take the platter back to the kitchen.

Mabil ate a crust of bread and bantered with the round jolly cook, before putting on a more appropriate dress to attend to the needs of the ball. Her hair was put down and she wore a simple black mask, so she appeared in unity with the ball. But she was still a serving maid. And the small party for the servants always took place after the ball, at the wee hours of the night, down at the small gathering place for their kind. Till then it was an honor to watch and attend to the festivities in the name of King and Country. Few got the opportunity.

She watched as some played child-like tricks on one another, or when the King danced with unsuspecting ladies-of-the-court. Amused she allowed herself to smile, a honey comb sweet thing to see on the face of a lady who looked like she belong more to a manor in the country, than in the King’s court as a serving maid. Ah, but tonight was a mask ball. It was far fetched, but since she did not hold a tray and merely stood close to the wall, waiting for an order... maybe someone would mistake her to be a lady-of-court.

Mabil laughed softly at her fantasy. She wore a simple deep blue velvet dress with white and lace puffed sleeves. Her hair was simply done, with a simple fake pearl adornment, her black mask made to make her blend into the crowd. If anything no one would approach her simply because she looked like a low ranking daughter of a noble. Which, in all technicality, she was. But even in her plain blue dress Mabil seemed to just enjoy watching the ball. She smiled watching everyone with amusement, as they churned about to gallant songs, or as they stuffed pastries in their pockets. Most would think such high nobles would be elegant and dispassionate, but they were just as common as herself. She hid her laughs behind the back of her hand.

A lady in a black dress dropped a glass of wine, and the small clatter was absorbed into the din of talking, laughing and music. Mabil sighed and sent a sharp look to one of the other serving attends in a black mask. Honestly, one could enjoy the scene, but as a servant you had to vigilant. Embarrassed noble were dangerous nobles. And Mabil knew full well what dangers they could unleash first hand. The serving boy would do well to stay vigilant. He moved to the lady in black, cleaning up her mess. Mabil watched the woman carefully from a far. The serving boy made quick work of the mess, almost as if it had never happened. Mabil took a smaller glass of wine and glided through the masked crowd. She curtsied, showed the lady in black the smaller goblet, and placed it on the serving boy’s platter, so that she might take it if she wish. Curtsying again, she glided away, back to her post, making sure watch for His Highness, so that she might send a more discreet server to fulfill any need he might have.