Terneus Andros
Time: 2 days Before the ball
Place: Infirmary
It was a fine wine sold back in the day when the dark elves first were exiled, that now found itself in full flight before crashing into the formerly pristine wall in the infirmary. The pieces of glass flying across the nearby surroundings and covering the floor, the red wine flowing down the wall. The generous, gracious and always levelheaded, Lord Terneus Andros, the governor of the light elves had just been read the news by one of his knights. The elf had resorted to spewing said wine already in his mouth straight into the knight's face on hearing that, the sun elven governor not only had been attacked but wounded. Terneus whom was known to have a colourful personality took the news well.
"Wounded?! Me?! I'll never hear the end of this!" The elf cried out, throwing a wineglass towards the closest knight standing on guard.
"M-my lord, the healer said you should not get upset it will make the stitches-" One of the knights spoke up, against the better judgement of his commander also being present.
"Upset?! Do you think I am upset?! I am fuming!" The elf spit and grit his teeth, sliding his legs to the side of the bed, standing up on unsteady feet his chest bandaged and so was half of his face covering his one eye. The other eye seemed abit bloodshot and as if darting for someone to blame.
"Lord Andros." The commander, Feldrin addressed him.
"What?!" He yelled out in clear agitation, his hands twitching as if wanting to throw something or strangle someone, the ever so understanding governor chose to grab the closest knight across the face and press him up against the nearest wall.
"Even the most respected and powerful can be scarred, it's a matter of how you take being..." The commander stopped mid-sentence on noticing his lord dropping the knight down from the wall and instead with shaking hands reached up to his face.
"My lord, I wouldn't-" Another knight in the room, closer to the doorway began to add when he was shushed by Feldrin.
"Scarred? My face...?" The governor reached for the bandage and began to undo it, as he went over to look in the mirror so neatly placed into the room. Of all being in Avalia, few were those who could face the truth as calmly and in such a dignified manner as the elven governor...
"My face.. my beautiful face..." He said softly, reaching up to the sticked up line going from the underside of his jaw all the way up his face before ending just above his one eye. The eye was still intact but there were so many stitches and only so much patience. The elf's fingers began to caress the stitched line softly, feeling how it would sting on contact.
"Ahaha? My noble cheek.. my perfect.. jawline... my divine grace... It's been ruined!" The elf finally snapped and kicked with full force into the mirror with his armored boot, pieces of the mirror flying across the floor. He could feel the heat boiling over inside of him, how his face became more and more strained and red until he was snapped back to the sound of a slight pop. Like a string breaking off. One of the stitched parts broke off and the elf recoiled.
"Why you... I will boil them alive! I will feast on their wretched- What are you looking at?!" He said in clear agitation to the knight by the doorway, before approaching to slap him across the face. "Watch the damned door..." He said through gritted teeth, his attention snapping to Feldrin.
"My lord Andros, there is a ball to be held in the city. We suspect these rebels may be drawn to it. I would suggest that we-" The commander was skillfully interupted by his superior.
"A ball? Yes, that's... yes.. we shall find the ones who did this to me, or find someone that can take the blame. Yes... yes.. I will have my honor... my fame restored... once I'll capture them and burn them on the stake. Bring me my outfit from the carriage... my good one... and bring a mask, I cannot be seen like this." The elf began to caress his own face, momentarily becoming oblivious to the people around him, as if they didn't really exist.
The day of the ball.
Time: Late afternoon
Place: Infirmary (A change-room)
It took the elf a long time to mirror himself with his ball attire, the white and overly fashionable details to it was surely going to wipe out any other opposition to the most graceful attire. But even in such an attire, the elf was displeased for the most important part for his attire had been stained. His face. His beautiful spotless face. The white and gold full face porcelain mask came to cover it well. His injury. His unforgivable shame. When his father had failed to bring victory to his kind, or when his younger brother defected to the dark elves. Both of these things were minor in comparison to thew damage done to his visage.
"Commander Feldrin... tell me, don't I look splendid? Don't I look marvelous and unmatched under the heavens? Have you ever seen anyone wear such pure grace in a manner such as I?" The elf said in a more pleased tone, the longer he found himself looking at the mirror-image of himself now with a mask on.
"You have never looked better my lord." The commander said, biting together an urge to smile. Even if for a brief moment, such an action could have costed him not only his job but possibly also his life.
"Yes.. yes.. a true noble amongst the elves. The -only- noble among the elves. Of all the elves, only I have the grace, the great intellect and the good hand with the people to make things work for us..." He said softly, admiring his outfit especially around his waist which was making his chest seem more muscular than it actually was due to all the details and medals covering it.
The elf took a few more moments to admire himself, for who knew when he would see an elf of this beauty again. "Commander get your attire as you are going to come with me, the rest of you idiots are going to make amends by watching over the wounded idiots." The governor said in a snarling manner.