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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Wulfric, Auguste, Callum, Anastasia, Ezra, Zarai, and Ryn

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From a corner of his eye, Wulfric saw that Anastasia was once again on top of a table, and was waving…towards him? What could it be this time? She shouldn’t have had the opportunity to get drunk… Regardless of the reason, this was something he needed to deal with before she caused a greater scene than she was already causing. To Mayet, whose company he’d been enjoying, he offered a quick apology, “Excuse me, but it seems my sister is once again up to something inadvisable. I must go, but we shall be seeing each other soon, as promised.”

That said, the prince quickly departed. His stride was as swift as could be while still counting as a walk rather than a jog. Thus, he was at Anastasia’s side in no time. He eyed the scene; a dessert laden table, Anastasia standing on an empty one besides it. Wystan was there too, presumably distressed that the princess had acted so willfully. Then there was an unknown commoner man; a baker, by all accounts. He was grinning as he held a hand out for Anastasia. Wulfric cut in, physically interrupting the stranger’s attempt to help as he moved between them, offering his own hand instead.

“Let me guess,” he drawled as he raised his arm for his sister, “this fellow here was desperate to advertise, and you were so impressed by his creations you decided this is how you should help?” Raising an eyebrow, he crooked his finger in a come-hither motion. “Now, please, if you’d step down. Carefully,” he cautioned.

Auguste promptly excused himself one more time from Lady Saiya’s presence as he eyed Anastasia stumbling onto a table and climbing it. It appeared that she was calling to him, as well as his brothers. The second prince took quick, striding steps towards Anastasia, Wystan and the unknown man that accompanied them. “Now, now, brother, he was simply trying to help.” Once he had arrived, he crossed his arms and waited for Anastasia to safely step off the table. He still felt more comfortable at having Wulfric help Anastasia rather than a stranger, however. “Yes, please step down carefully dear sister.”

Auguste also took a quick glance at his parents’ reaction. Given that it was Anastasia, it was likely to be waved off, but King Edin was at his wit’s end from earlier observations.

“Perfect timing Wolfy, without you around some of us might actually have fun. Imagine the scandal.” Callum spoke as he approached the table, making no effort to hide any bitterness in his tone. Cal had no idea why Anastasia was standing on a table, but it did seem to bother both of his older brothers which meant it suddenly seemed like great fun. He paused and took a drink from a nearly full bottle of wine that he’d grabbed on his way over to his sister.

“Callum,” Wulfric warned, eyes narrowing in irritation. “I know there’s an after-party you’ll surely attend, so do feel free to cease with the dramatics,” he snarked.

“Ana, hold this for me will ya.” He added with a grin as he held up the bottle of wine to her. Then, he proceeded to not so gracefully climb up onto the table as well. “So, what are we doing up here? People watching? Table dances? Causing a ruckus?” Cal asked looking around, table shaking some beneath his own unstable footing.

Auguste unclasped his arms and wordlessly drew closer towards Callum’s side of the table, ready to catch him at a moment's notice should he lose his footing. He was sure Wulfric or Wystan would catch Anastasia. “While the woodworkers who made this fine table are of high repute, I’m certain they weren’t made with a person standing on them in mind, nevermind two.”

“See, Auguste knows we aren’t going to break the table.” Cal said with a nod, proving his point by stomping his foot a couple of times on the table, only drawing more attention towards them. “And the view from up here is much better. I can see just about everyone.” Unlike his two brothers, Cal was very much acquainted with negative attention, so a room full of nobles staring in shock, disapproval, and confusion didn’t bother him.

Anastasia did indeed take Wulfric’s hand, however, she did not climb down. ”Wolfy, I just wanted you boys to taste this cake. He didn’t ask me to advertise or anything.” She then leaned on her knees to whisper down to him, ”It’s the beeest caaake eeeeverrr. “ Afterwards, she excitedly pointed at Ezra, ”This man’s a genius!”

Wulfric briefly glanced at the baker, but didn’t have the time to spare him much attention just then. Instead, he gently tugged on Anastasia’s arm, trying to convince her to descend. “I don’t particularly care for sweets, but if you come down, I will give it a try,” he said. At least with Anastasia, she could be convinced, bribed, or otherwise lured to do the sensible thing. The more worrisome one was Callum, who in each and every situation strived to cause the utmost chaos.

She proceeded to take a moment to wave to Auguste with a smile, ”I am so happy you walked over! Oh-oh and I know you probably won’t eat this since it’s unhealthy. I just waved you down since I missed you!” Auguste had always been very kind to her and she genuinely enjoyed his company despite the fact he was a goody-two-shoes.

Anastasia then noticed Callum approaching as well… with a wine bottle. ”Oh yeah!” She exclaimed as the beautiful gift from the heavens was suddenly bestowed upon her. ”Hey Callum!! Thanks! …I called you over to eat cake.” Anastasia grinned at her brother as he joined her upon the table. She had been about to get down, but she decided it would be rude to ditch her favorite younger brother all by himself. Without much delay, she took the opportunity to begin to chug some of the wine straight out of the bottle.

Wulfric twitched when his sister received the wine bottle. “Anastasia…” the prince was evidently harried. “Can you not save this for later?” he questioned. If they had to have an outlet for their wildness, at least the after-party would be the proper event for it. “Come now,” he motioned for her to come closer. While she remained standing, however, he didn’t have much hope of removing her from the table. If she at least sat down he could reach her waist, and lift her down. “The ball should be ending soon enough, so you need remain patient and sober for only a short while yet.”

Anastasia had glanced down at Wulfric and considered his words, only to be distracted by Callum’s words as he spoke up.

“Sober? Are there sober people here? With all this fine wine? What a waste.” Cal offered a smug smirk as he replied to Wulfric. This was the perfect opportunity for a bit of harmless chaos; draw some attention to a baker and, if Ana was to be believed, his incredible cakes, while embarrassing both Wulfric and Edin.

“So we’re here to eat and advertise cake?” He nodded slowly at Anastasia, looking from her over to the baker that she had called a genius. “Quick, sir, what’s your name, and where is your bakery located?” He asked Ezra before clearing his throat and shouting across the ballroom.

“Attention guests, we have here the finest cakes in all of Caesonia. A delightful treat and personal favorite of Princess Anastasia, do yourselves a favor and try some tonight.” He paused, making a grand gesture with his arms towards the other nearby table covered in cakes. He waited for Ezra to answer his question, planning to encourage everyone to pay a visit to the man’s bakery.

Ezra watched Anna’s brothers approach, each with a unique reaction. First, Wulfric, the one he kept an eye on the most, was standoffish and mistrusting. That didn’t surprise him at all and he knew he’d likely take Wystan’s side; however, even the strongest fell sometimes. However, Auguste, forever the people pleasing bitch of the family, was friendlier and kind. This was something Ezra knew he could capitalize on. He had noticed from his observances he and Anna were closer. Then, came the world’s disappointment, Callum. Why the King bothered to keep this child alive was beyond him. That wasn’t his concern, as he too was closer to Anna, and was aiding him rather than hurting the situation. Anna being drunk before the party… It took all his self control not to grin.

Nonetheless, he remained calm and quiet, observing rather than acting. Callum standing on the table would embarrass King Edin and would give him unfavorable attention. He smiled shyly when Anastasia, the world’s angel, called him a genius. He would forever remember that compliment. When Callum spoke to him, now asking his name and advertising his food, he bowed while gratitude split smoothed his facial features from smiling.

”Your majesty, I am honored to be of your service. My name is Ezra and my bakery is located on 5th street.” He straightened up as he glanced over at Prince Auguste and Wulfric apologetically, ”Your majesties, I extend my deepest apologies that Princess Anastasia climbed onto the table. She was delighted by my cakes and wanted to share them with you. I do not want either of you to fall and hurt yourselves. I do think we’ve gathered enough attention.”

Ezra gulped as he glanced over to find people staring. His gaze darted around as he shifted his feet to indicate nervousness. This was, however, key, because now everyone would be tired from the ridiculous dancing and have a hunger for his sweets. Could his luck continue? ”I do appreciate you advertising my bakery, it was very kind of you and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.” His voice was quiet and meek as he pretended to dare glance up at Prince Callum. ”I’d like to give whatever’s left over to the non royalties as well. I would hate for this to go to waste. Is this something you could help with?” In more ways than one…

Callum gave Ezra a nod before adding, “Stop by the Bakery on 5th street, right near the tavern with my very own name on it, and pick up one of Ezra’s many finely crafted treats.” He gave a mock bow to those who were still watching, his grin only widening at the increased annoyance of those around him.

“Sir Ezra is right.” Auguste said, still looking up towards Callum with his ever-present smile. “Please notice that you are causing him discomfort.” Despite a majority of his attention being commanded by his rebellious siblings, he still paid some attention to Ezra and his introduction. Auguste had peripherally caught his body language. He eyed Anastasia and then Callum before speaking. “Surely you wouldn’t want to trouble the dear baker any longer?”

Auguste gave Wystan a passing glance. From the years he’s known his ward and personal bodyguard, he likely had already formulated an initial impression of this Ezra. Wystan had that look about him. Auguste had spied the trio speaking with each other whilst conversing with Lady Saiya. He’d hear more from Wystan later. As of now, the man seemed normal enough- a pleasant sort that felt uncomfortable around royalty. There were many he had met during his ‘outings’ that were like that.

Such spectacles weren’t uncommon for Callum. Being around the court whilst accompanying Wulfric had made him accustomed to attention from nobility. Still, it did not make dealing with Callum’s antics any easier as his brother frequently took any small opportunity to cause as much disruption as possible. Talking him down proved to be a difficult endeavor at times.

“I see no issue with your work being distributed to everyone.” Auguste replied to Ezra with a quizzical look. “Surely these cakes weren’t made only for royalty?”

”Hehe it’s okay, guys. We’re just having a little fun. We’ll come down in a moment.” Anastasia was glad that the baker was getting his well-deserved attention and that her brothers were kind enough to help a stranger. Though, she could tell the three men below were upset about them being on the table. Callum undoubtedly thought it was hilarious and she kind of did too. She patted Callum’s head, ”Should we get down?”

Anastasia paused as she watched some of the other guests coming over to try some cake. ”Hehe. I wonder if we jumped in the crowd if they’d catch us and carry us.” She whispered to Callum with a mischievous giggle. ”Actually… If we get down soon, we might be able to get lost in the crowd and get out of here so we can get ready for the real party… “

“Augs makes a good point, we don’t want to embarrass the baker, but I think jumping into the crowd would make it harder to sneak out of here, and they’d certainty drop us.” Cal said, considering Anastasias offer for second. Then Cal jumped down from table, feet hitting the ballroom floor and stumbling only a bit into Auguste. He gave Auguste a couple of pats to the shoulder as he regained his footing. “Now let’s eat some cake.” He said, reaching a hand up towards Anastasia and gesturing for her to give him the wine bottle back. Anastasia handed the bottle to him and then hopped off the table. She was quick to then pick up her plate of cake and continue her progress of consumption.

Wulfric sighed near-silently. The situation was now dealt with, though not at all how he’d planned for it to happen. It took too long, too much attention was on them, and a veritable crowd was now approaching the dessert tables. The baker got everything he wanted, and more. But he’d be damned if he contributed any further to his madness; if nothing else, he wouldn’t have it said that he had directly assisted in this marketing scheme. Thus, he turned to leave without further ado.

Auguste felt himself relax as both his siblings safely stepped off the table, untensing with each pat of the shoulder. He exhaled softly, mostly in relief. Now that the spectacle came to an end, he stepped away from the front of the table to give the approaching crowd leeway. Unlike Wulfric, Auguste stayed. Figuring that he had a moment to watch his siblings enjoy their cake before he needed to fulfill his obligations of greetings and socialization.

Zarai had spotted Anastasia up on the table waving down her brothers shortly after departing from her mother. She pulled Fritz along towards the growing crowd around the Danrose children with a grin. It was refreshing to see Anastasia continuing the tradition of being the chaotic sibling that kept all of the brothers on their toes. She was about to call out to her when she noticed Wulfric's perfectly styled hair leaving the scene.

"Wulfy- ah fuck, he's leaving." She cleared her throat and cupped her hands around her mouth before calling out to the eldest Danrose. "Woohoo, His Royal Highness, Prince Wulfric!" She wasn't sure if she called out to him loud enough; all of the sounds around here were starting to mash together, and at the same time, she could hear her own heartbeat. Even so, she pulled Fritz along towards the other Danroses and the baker.

Wulfric did indeed hear and recognize his dear friend’s voice. A frown briefly marred his façade of indifference, but by the time he turned around, his annoyance wasn’t visible any longer. That Lesdeman was accompanied by Count Hendrix was a pleasant surprise, however, and the prince eyed the man curiously. Though he felt resistant to the idea of rejoining the crowd, he did turn back, and headed towards his acquaintance so as to intercept her.

“Lady Zarai,” his tone was as polite as the public venue called for, though he did raise a sardonic eyebrow at her. If they’d not been within hearing range of someone else, he might have commented that Zarai being attracted to the presently chaotic situation was entirely too predictable. As it was, he merely turned to greet Fritz as well. “And Count Hendrix. A pleasure,” though he genuinely meant that, his words were rather perfunctory.

Udo once told Ryn that words held power: the utterance of a thought, no matter how big or small, breathed life into it. Experience taught Ryn that this was true to a certain extent, but rarely did he bear witness to its effects in such a short duration. Apparently, he did believe that this party would be strictly formal, giving little leeway for mistakes, because the last thing he expected to see was the Caesonian prince and princess standing on a table advertising cake. Now he was confident that his dance with Luz would be a mere speck in the guests’ memories by the end of the night. With one exception, of course. Ryn spared a few seconds to watch the King and Queen of Caesonia, wondering how similar their parenting styles were to those of the Duke and Duchess of Puerto Vira.

As the count allowed himself to be pulled to the crowd by Luz, he felt his back automatically straighten at the sight of Prince Wulfric. Ryn bowed as deeply as he could with his arm still locked with Luz’s, “Good evening, Your Royal Highness. It is an honor.” With the amount of guests far more important than him, Ryn was surprised that the First Prince even made the effort to remember the name of a foreign upstart noble. He turned his head to the crowd. “I hope we did not catch you at an inconvenient time.”

Wulfric nodded in acknowledgment at Hendrix’s greeting. When the count looked at the gathering mob of people, the prince did so too. “Well,” making false assurances wasn’t his style, but he was still politic. “I will not claim it’s convenient, but I prefer to meet you than not, regardless of the situation.” He tilted his head to watch the other man’s expression. “Due to my interest in business, I have been looking forward to the opportunity to make your acquaintance,” he explained. “If you are staying here for the summer, perhaps you’d agree to meet with me for a more in-depth discussion?” Though the invitation was casual enough that the count had the leeway to refuse it, Wulfric stared at him intensely.

Ryn cocked his head to the side, mirroring the man in front of him. As he pondered whether Prince Wulfric was extending the invitation out of courtesy or from a genuine desire to learn how businesses operate, he noticed how intently the prince was staring at him —and that Ryn was also mimicking his expression.

The gray blue eyes bore into him, searching for something. Like the twins when they tried to beat him in a game of cards. In the process of trying to find his tell, the analytical scrutiny gradually turned into a staring contest and then ultimately devolved into a “try to make Ryn laugh” contest. In this instance, Prince Wulfric won. Ryn covered his mouth when the memories of the twins surfaced in an attempt to suppress a chuckle. He managed not to laugh, but he was unable to wipe the smile off his face so he decided to redirect it to the prince.

“That sounds like an excellent proposition, Your Highness.” Though the count did not know the prince enough to discern his true intentions, this was an opportunity to get closer to the Danrose family. It would be imprudent not to accept. “I am at your service. Please summon me at your earliest convenience.” Ryn slightly bowed his head. Then his eyes glanced over to Luz, mostly to see if she wanted to say something, partially to check if she was still with them.

Zarai had been staring at one of the buttons on Wulfric's coat, her eyes distant and void of any emotion. It wasn't until she noticed that both men had finished talking that she snapped out of her trance and took a deep breath. After a few blinks, she looked at Fritz and gave him a thumbs up. "It was an honor to see you again, Your Highness" She swallowed down the giggles as she gave a curtsy. Zarai did not want to mess up Fritz's first impressions with any of them, especially now that Wulfric had invited the count over for some talks. A second later she glanced over to the other three siblings and gave them a wave. Auguste caught her wave and returned with a wave and a smile of his own. Anastasia had blown her a kiss as she was sneaking through the crowd

Wulfric noticed the count was either amused or pleased by his invitation. He nodded, and replied, “Then I shall.” He followed Hendrix’s cue, and turned his attention to Zarai. She was a bit out of it, and that look in her eyes…He furrowed his brows at her, but didn’t comment. It was mildly surprising that the count’s presence motivated her to attempt to appear courteous. She usually did that only for his or her mother. “I appreciated it as well. I must take my leave now, but I am certain we will speak to each other soon,” he told her. Then, he said his farewells to the both of them, “I hope you will enjoy your stay here, and wish you a wonderful rest of the evening.” Then, he did as he’d intended to before Zarai called out to him, and departed. While he did not leave the ballroom proper, he did position himself in the vicinity of his parents, to help oversee the conclusion of today’s event.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Mentions: @Mole Felix @baraquiel Beatrice

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The King and Queen of the Varian Kingdom had been nearly silent as they had watched their children during their dances. King Alixandre was in awe of Beatrice’s beautiful dancing. He knew she was an extravagant dancer but to see his little girl out on the ballroom floor. He was happy to see her with Verrick as he had a lot of respect for him and appreciated the protection he provided his daughter. Queen Rosa had also seemed happy, smiling as she too had watched. Though secretly, she was a little concerned.

“Rosa, I think I might cry… It feels like yesterday she was my little girl and look how she’s grown-... “Alixandre had stated as he had watched, his eyes brimming with tears. “I don’t want her to get married and leave me so soon, but if she falls in love with Verrick-... Yes, she will stay within the Varian… This could be good!”

Queen Rosa looked at him and put a hand on her shoulder. The two of them were seated off to the side in comfortable chairs, their servants and guards at their sides. “No need to worry so, my dear. Things will happen as they should and will. It’s not in our control, sweetheart.”

The King wrapped his arms around his intelligent wife in a hug to which she returned, “You’re right. And what’s most important to me is her happiness. But if and when she leaves us, I’ll really miss her.”

”Me too.. Beatrice and Felix make me so proud every day.”

At the mention of Felix, the two glanced in his direction as he had danced with Thea. King Alixandre visibly bit his lip at Thea’s clothing with concern but tried to cover his mouth to hide it. “Oh what a lovely couple. I can’t wait for their wedding. Do you think Felix is happy…?”

Queen Rosa did not answer that question as she watched them. She hadn’t been sure what her son felt about Thea, but she did know they were opposites. She worried that perhaps Thea might be too much for her sweet, calm son, but wanted to give the two a chance to make it work. Things had seemed to be going much better than she could have hoped for until the dance ended and Thea looked visibly upset as they had broke apart. What on earth happened?She wondered.

She glanced at King Alixandre but he seemed to have missed what she had seen. He was distracted once again by the ceiling seemingly. Felix soon ended up by Duke Lorenzo and Lady Crystal. He seemed certainly happy to talk to Lady Crystal, but she could not tell from the expressions alone what they were conversing about.

I suppose Felix doesn’t know Thea is upset. …Did anyone else notice?

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Wystan, Anastasia & Ezra

Mentions: @Silverpaw Wulfric @Inertia Auguste @Helo Callum

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“Cake, cakeee, cakeeee!”

Anastasia pleasantly sung as she took Wystan’s hand and eagerly began leading him over to the dessert table. It was easy to keep up a facade of her energetic self. Behind that sweet song of hers was a mess of emotions. If she were to reveal such a thing, it would cause the watchdog to worry. Thus, she had decided she’d just try to pretend the cocktail of fear and longing was simply not there. Avoiding her issues was essentially a hobby of hers, so it was easy enough for her to shove them into the back of her mind for now.

The sight of beautiful cakes was a tremendous help. Oh you glorious, beautiful distraction. She thought with adoration as she put her hands behind her back and leaned over to admire the view.

Following closely behind, Wystan had resumed his ever-observant state with increased vigilance since the end of the second dance. Everyone would understandably be tired, and thus such a time was perfect for unsavory encounters to occur. The watchdog subsequently kept a close surveillance on the various pairings that dispersed from the dancefloor, where they were each headed, and the gaps in between the crowd to gain sight on the idle folk within the ballroom. Entrances and possible exits were swept over with familiar ease, noting their locations and that they were free from obstructions, before moving on to confirm all the positions of all the nobles he’d gathered intel on. First the Caesonians, the Varians, and then the guests from Alidasht. All seemed to be well within view, save for the few by the balcony. Curious. Nothing happened beyond there to alert the crowd, but still something to note.

Lastly, where the Danroses were situated. Princess Anastasia, by his side. Prince Wulfric, leaving the dancefloor with Shehzadi Mayet. Prince Callum, departing from the middle with Riona. Lastly, Prince Auguste, evidently approaching soon after his concluding chat with an unknown female character– an observation duly acknowledged. Near contact with the second prince meant she was someone he would need to look into later.

With all seemingly in order, Wystan moved his watchful gaze over the dessert table to carefully survey the food. ”Quickly now, they might run away.” He smiled at Anastasia, before moving to her side. It was in his plan to taste any of the food she chose before her– an additional yet highly important precautionary measure that was necessary for gatherings with this number of attendants.

Anastasia had giggled at Wystan’s words and replied playfully, ”I am now imagining the cakes growing little legs then hopping off the table. Moments later those sweet babies would be lost in the crowd… What a tragedy that would be. ” Before Wystan would be able to reply, a voice would startle them.

Ezra had stayed near his table during the dances. Silently he had seethed as he watched his girl and this pathetic and ugly looking dog, dancing. He had made sure to avert his gaze whenever the dog faced him so he wouldn’t know. Once or twice, however, he had managed a mischievous smirk to dance across his face. It was his luck now that the dances were ending that he could showcase his baked goods. Ezra was about to stand up and introduced himself to King Edin - and noticed he had … other plans. Rolling his eyes, Ezra moved over to the table to sulk. However, fortune had paid him a visit: the lady and her pathetic dog were coming over. Ezra stood for a moment, frozen, but her singing voice raced through his head, and would live rent-free. He grinned as they approached, giddy like a child on Christmas.

”Welcome!” He greeted them cordially as he bowed to them both, but faced Anastasia more. He grinned as he straightened up and met the beautiful girl’s gaze. For a moment his breath hitched; then he remembered his place and relaxed. It was now or never. Five years of hard work would finally pay off. ”I hear you’re interested in the cake. I own the bakery on Fifth street. I baked all of this.” He gestured to the numerous cakes, all different flavors; there was chocolate, vanilla, strawberry shortcake and red velvet. He’d made cupcakes too. Ezra smiled as he continued: ”What would the princess like?” He took her hand and politely kissed it, ignoring Wystan.

Anastasia met the gaze of the happy man, giving him a warm smile as he welcomed them. It was always exciting to talk to someone new. However, the more she took in the sight of this man, the more she felt uneasy. He was familiar somehow… She hadn’t noticed her hand twitch in Wystan’s direction as she had contemplated it for only a moment. But then she recalled her emotions were a little on the heightened side right now and she was most likely being silly.

I shouldn’t be rude to a baker this talented. His stuff looks so yummy that I am probably going to be visiting his bakery. Gotta be on good terms with him! Her gaze followed his gesture to each cake, which she found herself then distracted by the wondrous sights. “Ooooo woooweee…These are amazing. Look at those frosting flowers…”

Then he took her hand and kissed it.

She blinked in surprise. Her mind had been so zoned in on the cakes that it had caught her off guard. After a pause, Anastasia giggled, “You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you? … Strawberry shortcake for sure!”

Besides Anastasia, Wystan remained calm and absolute. While there was truly no need to have his own hand kissed, the bodyguard took note of the baker’s minute gestures and general demeanor towards their collective presence. The man’s introduction comprised of a rather focused, yet affable greeting towards the princess (as proper) and complete disregard for himself as a retainer - a common attitude that suggested an inclination to either quickly cozy up to nobility, stay indifferent to servants, or both. In time, however, it became clear to Wystan that the man was fond of the princess, a detail the watchdog was able to confirm by observing the unmistakable look in his eyes as he spoke to Anastasia. An uncomfortable, yet minor detail for now, but one he would stay mindful of for future reference as he simply nodded in respect to the dessert spread.

”Not as charming as these delights are.” He grinned in response. Ezra cut her a piece of the strawberry shortcake, placed it on a lacy plate, and handed it to her. Remaining calm, Ezra glanced this time at Wystan. He studied him carefully while Anna was distracted by the cake. The way the man studied him while whatever miniature brain cells he had, worked in overdrive, told Ezra enough about him.

For now he’d be meticulous; five years of hard work would not go out the window. Besides, there were others he had to be wary of too. He’d have to remember to ask Torie to find out more about this… dog. Ezra despised dogs…. But soon this one would be without its leash. ”And what would you like, sir?” His voice was calm and sincere as he met his gaze for a moment. There was nothing about Ezra’s expression or body language that portrayed animosity.

Wystan’s eyes were narrowly pinned to the cake that landed too quickly in the princess’ hands and missed the baker’s question. "Please excuse me, Your Highness, I will need to taste it first.” As per standard procedure. The bodyguard began to reach for his own fork.

Anastasia grinned, slightly biting her bottom lip in focus as she took up the fork he was reaching for. She then scavenged up a generous piece of her cake and faced Wystan. Her other hand went under hers to avoid crumbs spilling on him as she moved it towards his mouth, “Here you gooo, darling!”

”...” Wystan uncharacteristically blinked his eyes wide in surprise. A hard blush threatened to creep up on him then, so in quiet alarm, he forced himself to focus solely on the feel and texture of the cake. Because surely he must have misheard her. Or perhaps it was a slip of the tongue - it was a rather common nickname she used to refer to other people, after all. ”T-thank you, Your Highness. Ahem.” The watchdog cleared his throat lightly then gave her a nod in gratitude to do all of three things: compose himself, signal his thanks, and confirm that the cake was indeed not poisoned. Then, he turned to the baker. ”...It is quite good, sir.”

The scenario before him went from being a dream, to a nightmare, in the span of five seconds. Panic settled in. Did she like this dog? Was she that dense? A cold sweat formed over him. While the duo were distracted, Ezra stared hopelessly. His jaw nearly dropped, but he regained control of his muscles. There were too many people here to react this way. He simply put his hands in his pockets to clench his fists. When the dog finally digested the precious cake he’d meant to give to Anna, Ezra’s expression was calm and collected. There wasn’t any sign of any anger or animosity. ”I am delighted to hear that!” He grinned at them both and bowed cordially. When he straightened up, his eyes were on Anastasia.

”Would this miss be allowed to try a piece now? She seemed pretty excited and I wouldn’t want to burst her bubble.” He smirked as he faced Wystan now. An opponent… An annoying and challenging one, but an obstacle that would be removed. He would have to ask Torie for another favor; the bitch owed him anyway….. ”I’d be delighted if you tried more of my cakes! They shouldn’t go to waste, right?” He inclined his head to Anna while glancing between them both.

”Oh yes! Here I go!” Anastasia took a bite next and her eyes flashed with intensity. Her expression lit up as she chewed it and she looked at Ezra, ”What! No way! This is the best cake I’ve ever had!” If he had gone to all this work, she certainly couldn’t waste his amazing cakes. She cut herself a slice of the chocolate to taste that as well, layering it on top of another piece. ”Mmm, mm, mmm!” She had the fork still in her mouth, smiling with her eyes closed as she swayed slightly in a happy dance.

Ezra grinned now, his panic lowering. She enjoyed the cakes and even had more. He stifled his laughter and passed it as a cough. ”Oh my goodness. I didn't expect you to eat so much! You’ll get a stomachache!” It did not matter though, as the seed had been planted. He managed to let out a few jovial laughs and nodded. ”Careful you don’t fall down, Princess. History tends to repeat itself.”

Wystan furrowed his eyebrows ever so slightly at the baker’s remark. History tends to repeat itself? Up until this point, he had set aside the man’s ingratiating tendencies and even managed to grow a smile over the princess’ childlike innocence over the delicacies. However, that comment could not be overlooked so simply. As he hovered a hand behind the princess to keep her from losing balance, he analyzed the possibilities before them– both of which left a repulsive aftertaste the more he turned them over in his mind.

As far as the watchdog knew, this would be their first time meeting. Neither Anastasia nor himself knew the man’s name, in fact. There was no history involved between the baker in question and the princess. Or at least, there should not have been. At this implication, though barely-there, the bodyguard clenched his fist, assigning this concern a significant priority in his reports for later review. This evening, he would need to communicate with his contacts in the underground to gather intel on the so-called bakery on Fifth Street.

The second probability meant that the baker had witnessed the princess during her dance with the cowlicked blond. Even so, despite the scene itself being one that was difficult to miss, it is the baker’s job to stay vigilant over their menu. Being asked to contribute for a royal event was not easy as not only does the food have to be decent– it needs to remain safe. Drugged food was not a rare occurrence, and more often than not, blame fell onto the chef managers in charge, resulting in less than savory results for the contributor’s career. Surely, this was the standard, as even the watchdog himself would often instruct event contributors to keep watch over their own tables - for their own sakes, if not for commendations from the guests. So, what was this baker in particular doing, letting his eyes wander and then settle so attentively on the princess? Even at this time?

”...The cake must be good, Your Highness. Be careful, unless you’d like for me to act as your crutch for the rest of the evening.” Wystan teased with a smile, all signs of suspicion hidden under a face of steel.

Anastasia barely heard either of them as she nommed a few more bites. However, Wystan’s words did eventually register and she glanced at him, tripping over her words, “I would- I mean I’m good-...”She gasped as a thought crossed her mind, “Ooooh that gives me an idea!”She set her plate down with an audible clink of the china.”I bet my brothers would love this cake. I should summon them.” She pursued her lips thoughtfully as her gaze gradually searched the crowd.

Her expression fell and she suddenly looked very sad. ”Oh no… I am short.”Anastasia randomly complained out of context. But before the men could be too confused, she turned to them and asked. ”Can either of you pick me up on your shoulders, please? If it’s not too vexing, that is.”

”...On our shoulders?” Wystan inquired, a little concerned about the attention it would draw to the princess. Indeed, there was such a risk. After all, he himself was not sure of every single person’s motive present in the ballroom. Even still, he was in no doubt that at least a good number of them were unsavory. Erring on the side of caution, he proposed a suggestion. ”It certainly would not be vexing at all, Princess.” As a person who was more than capable of carrying two Anastasias, he was confident in his assurance. ”But… perhaps may I suggest I go look for them with you, instead? I’m sure they can’t be all that far.” The bodyguard’s words were coupled with a look– one that said: for your own safety.

Ezra glanced between them, studying their reactions. The furrowed brow of the watchdog made him smirk, though he didn't show it. He was cordial and even laughed at his comments. The idea of inviting the brothers was welcomed. Anastasia's proposition made him blink with surprise. ”I don’t think that would be wise, Princess.” As much as he’d enjoy antagonizing the watchdog, he knew it would be unwise. Instead, however, he offered her his hand. ”We could go with you and find them together. How’s that?” He glanced back at the cake with a sad frown. ”.....I just hope the cake isn’t gone before they find it! This is quite the dilemma isn’t it?”

Anastasia was thoughtful about the choices presented to her. She could take both their hands and merrily skip toward each brother together. She fantasized with a smile over the adorable image in her head. But then Ezra brought up a good point. If they left, other people would eat the cake then her brothers wouldn’t have any to eat. After a moment of careful deliberation, she made a firm decision to start climbing on top of a nearby empty table. She stood up on it and began looking through the crowd, putting a hand over her eyes to focus her vision. Then she started to wave down each brother one by one, attempting to catch their gaze. She first found Auguste, then Callum, and finally Wulfric. If she could not catch their eye, she planned to next start hollering across the ballroom. People were starting to stare at the elevated princess as she was garnering a lot of attention as she waved her arms about.

If one wasn’t as quick-witted and adaptable as he, they wouldn’t have known how to act. The grin on his face couldn’t be hidden now. He glanced around to the back of the table and held up a hand for her to hold. ”Please don’t hurt yourself over the cake, Princess.” He eyed the floor and wondered if she injured herself, could he blame her guard?

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location:Avian City
Interactions: @FunnyGuy Augus IV @Helo Orias
Equipment: Dress and thigh-high socks(Slits on the inner sides of the sleeves), Black boots, Pouch with amas, Lipstick, Mysterious bag of fun drugs

Yuka turned to Orias as she let go of the rest of the rope, dropping it all to the floor. "Beats me!"She seemed disillusioned with it already. She then glanced down at the Augus IV. "Hanging people is always fun, but I have claws to slit their throats, which is even more fun because of all the blood everywhere." She explained happily. A dreamy, far-look look overtook her eyes for just a moment as she imagined it, then she shook her head.

"I don't actually need anything right now. I got everything I need. So you can go make your purchase and then I'm ready to go when you are Prince Orchid."

Avalia

I just found this and it sounds really neat.

I just started reading but you had me at lightning magic.

When I read through everything else I might consider a character if that's okay, I haven't done proper fantasy in a hot minute

@Blizz

Hi! Sure you can apply.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: During the second dance
Mentions: @Helo Leo @Tae Thea @Mole Felix @Rodiak Nahir

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Valerie wrapped her arms around the blue-eyed duchess, her arms around her waist as the soft sound of the piano caressed their ears. The lovely brunette had her hair in a bun and wore a red dress that complimented her eyes ever so well. Yet no matter how well she looked, glares were cast in her direction. It had not taken long over the last year for rumors of what had happened to go from one kingdom to another. The ever opinionated Duke Feralt was difficult to forget. He had always made his appearance well known at every ball. His absence as well as the Duchess Emina's was a looming feeling that all the guests could feel in their bones, even a year later. Valerie, a lady-in-waiting who had been there in Duchess Alice's grief, was the victim of rumors. Valerie had heard the whispers all night long.

"She murdered Duke Feralt to be with Duchess Alice."

"That Valerie does not even yearn for women I'm certain, she's just a power-hungry snake."

"Alice better keep watch over her offspring before Valerie kills them too."

"Such a pretty little song. Are you certain you do not long to dance with me?" Valerie had asked softly in her ear, leaning her on Alice's shoulder.

Alice pulled a hand that was about her waist up to her lips to give the back of it a gentle kiss. She then held the hand close to her body as if it were the dearest thing in the world."My love you know I'd dance with you as even the world crumbles beneath our feet... but I want tonight to be about my children. I want to see that they are happy tonight. "

"Is that why we let Thea dress like that?... Again?" Valerie comfortingly gripped the hand she held, "You're an incredible mother, Alice, but I am afraid you can only let this go for so long. "

With a sigh, Alice shook her head, "I've been letting things go with the both of them. I had been possibly overbearing, controlling their every move and making sure they did not have even a hair out of place. But once Feralt disappeared... It feels as if I lost them too. I have dreams of them running away from me as I reach out. Further and further away..."Her voice cracked and her eyes brimmed with tears. Valerie hugged her close, "I thought maybe if I give them their space, go easier on them, that with time they'd heal but my sweet Thea just seems to drift more and more away every day."

"Thea..."Valerie breathed her name with sadness as her eyes fell on the beautiful yet underdressed woman as she danced with Prince Felix. She watched Alice's head turn in the same direction. "He'll be good for her, Alice. She just needs someone to fill the hole in her heart."

"...I know he would have loved the kind and gentle girl I raised, but I worry that he will misunderstand her current behavior and not see that girl."Alice told her wife, "With her fragile disposition of late, I dread what a heartbreak could do to her. "

"If Prince Felix does not see how wonderful Thea is, then maybe he is not worth his salt."Valerie gently took her shoulders and turned her around about by her shoulders to meet her gaze. She smirked at Alice, "Thea is stronger than you think and she is also stronger than she thinks. Like mother like daughter, you both have a fire within that cannot be put out so easily... She's going to be okay, Alice, you just need to reach out and...perhaps lay down some boundaries once again. She may be an adult now, but as long as she's under your roof, you have the right to set rules."

Alice looked over Valerie's shoulder at Thea. She seemed to actually be enjoying the dance with Felix more than she had expected. "But if what setting rules pushes her further away from me?"

"Give a little, take a little then. Set some guidelines and offer some freedoms. Everyone loves a compromise."

The Duchess exhaled her stress. "She has taken upon all the freedoms she practically could. I have no idea of what to offer her."Her tone became a bit of a groan. "I'll have to think on this."She turned about to the dance floor once again and let her eyes search for her son.

"I will think on it as well. With my miraculous, one-of-kind brain, you have nothing to fret over." Valerie managed to get a giggle out of Alice with that one.

"Look, there's Leo." Alice nodded her head in her son's direction, "He's with Lady Charlotte." If Thea had been hard to reach, Leo had been perhaps even harder. He had been cross with her for moving on after his father's disappearance and she could understand why. Still, her heart ached to have a relationship with her son again.

Valerie looked the black-haired girl up and down for a moment, "That's the girl from earlier right? Daughter of Duke Lorenzo? I recall he had stood up to join her side to introduce himself." She nudged Alice,"The question beckons: is she worth her salt?"

"She was very close with both my children when they were all young. What a bundle of sunshine she was, always so polite and full of energy...Thea and her were certainly the golden girls. Then just as my children had when their father passed, she changed. Though she still spoke to my children from time to time up until a year ago, when her mother also passed away." Seeing confusion cross Valerie's face, Alice further explained, "Duke Lorenzo is her mother's second husband."

Valerie could not help but grimace, "Yikes. Does she have any siblings? Do not tell me that poor soul was left with only the company of that Duke Lorenzo.." Alice nodded and Valerie sighed, "How bizarre children born into such wealth could live such tragic lives....I understand her backstory and all but still the question... Is she worth her salt...?"

Alice glanced at Valerie and shrugged her shoulders, "After seeing how much my own children could change, I have no idea what kind of person that young woman is or if my son even is looking for a wife in her. All I know is that they are friends and despite her little display earlier, I might even prefer it be kept that way."

"...Really?"Valerie asked.

"I feel certain that Prince Felix will provide Thea with stability she needs. Leo also requires stability and..."Her voice lowered as she met Alice's eyes, "He requires power and opportunity. Charlotte cannot provide him that in her position. Her hands are tied until the Duke dies. However, he danced with a Shehzadi from the Alidasht earlier and that... That is more promising. Leo is similar to his father. He will be happier doing what benefits his status. "

Valerie was silent a moment before asking, leaning over and getting in Alice's face, "So is the Sheh-za-whatever worth her salt?"

Alice pushed her face away with a laugh, "Stop with that already!"

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location:Avian City
Interactions: Aiko @FunnyGuy Augus IV
Equipment: Dress and thigh-high socks(Slits on the inner sides of the sleeves), Black boots, Pouch with amas, Lipstick, Mysterious bag of fun drugs

"Let's get you a transmission bracelet then, Kold-"Yuka then winked at him, "I mean, Prince Orias, your glorious highness. Your princeyness!" She couldn't blow his whole elaborate cover of being a fake prince. It was working way too well. "I love gadgets! I love conveniences! Lead the way baby bird!"

Once they arrived at the shop, Yuka was practically shaking with excitement as she took in the sight of all the stuff.

At the sound of the fetus's words, she turned her body to face Orias and blew him a kiss, "Buy me something nice darling husband~" She giggled and then took a moment to take in her surroundings. The polished marble shelves were interesting to her. Avians were sure uppity up here. She loved a high-class convenience store. She clicked her tongue and gave the shopkeeper finger guns before moving into the isle to browse.

First up, she went right toward a pillow in the isle of travel supplies and took it in her hand. Yuka bit her lip with a smile as she concentrated on squishing it. Squishy, squishy...Her movements got aggressive for a second then she put it down and moved on from that adventure. The rest of the isle was just boring travel shelters and blankets so she moved on to the next, where she found a bunch of different eye protectors. Placing some black ones on her face, she began admiring herself in a small mirror. Oh look at you. She decided to keep them on as she walked around.

That was when she found the gold mine of the store. Her eyes flashed as she locked on the rope on the top shelf. Yuka zoomed over to it and began unraveling it with unbridled energy.

Avalia

Gadgets and Conveniences

Hoverboards - 500 amas
Jumping shoes - 200 amas
Zoomies - 300 amas
Pedaler - 600 amas
Portable Fira - 200 amas
Portable Cold Box (Think cooler) - 400 amas
Cooking pot - 5 amas
Location Senders - 400 amas
Portable Solar Box (Think PSP version) - 900 amas
Transmission Bracelet - 100 amas
Cast Spheres - One black and one white combo for 100 amas, each additional white sphere is 30 amas.
Memory Glass - Mirror 50 amas, 3D shape versions 130 amas
Teeth Cleanser - 5 amas
Hair Cleanser - 20 amas
Hair Softener(Think conditioner) - 20 amas
Body Cleanser(soap) - 2 amas
Hair Brush - 3 amas
Shower Tube - 30 amas
Armpit Fragrance - 5 amas
Birth Preventers - 2 amas
Eye Color Changer - 500 amas
Hair Color Changer - 500 amas
Timeteller (a watch) - 10 amas
Palm Warmers(put in gloves) - 5 amas
Darksight Glasses - 40 amas
Eye Protectors (sunglasses) - 2 amas
Water Purifier - 3 amas
Travel Shelter (Think tent, but square) - 100 amas
Portable bed (Like a sleeping bag, but thicker bottom to lay on) - 50 amas
Pillow -3 amas each
Blanket - 10 amas
Wayfinder (compass) - 10 amas
Fire starter kit - 20 amas
Light maker - 5 amas
First Aid Kit - 10 amas - Comes with bandages, disinfectant, cream
Lantern - 3 amas
Umbrella - 3 amas
Fishing pole - 10 amas
Net - 10 amas
Animal trap - 20 amas
Standard Backpack - 25 amas
Flask - 5 amas
Rope - 1 ama by the meter, 15 meters/50 feet for 15 amas

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Wystan & Anastasia

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“Hello again! Fancy meeting you here, good sir. ”

”It’s been a while, Your Royal Highness. Though, I must say… I never imagined I’d meet you laying on the floor.” At her greeting, the corners of Wystan’s lips threatened to upturn as he began to lead the princess to their section of the dance floor. Despite his words having been said in all seriousness, his expression had long since eased up ever since bidding ‘Kazoo’ farewell. ”I do hope he was truthful in his explanation, and ending up like that was all of your own volition?”

Anastasia emitted a giggle before she replied. ”Yes and I shall honestly report to you the situation.”She saluted him with her free hand, pushing her tone into a serious one, ”I had been subjugated to an exciting revolution. The gentleman Kazumin requested the favor be returned. I, of course, knowing my manners, returned the favor…”She couldn’t hold the straight face too long, a smile tugging at her lips, ”Oh but then the plot thickened, my Wystan… For I.. I wanted to twirl again. We soon found efficiency in just spinning together. But then I became weak. Incapacitated. “

Anastasia took a moment to lay the back of her free hand across her forehead as if she were a damsel in distress. ”I could not go on any longer. The world spun and I saw the stars across the ceiling of the ballroom…”She leaned her head on his arm to further paint her next point, “Then I collapsed.”

”And then you collapsed.” Wystan echoed, shooting her an incredulous look as he allowed the hints of a smile to slip through. The placement of her head was a comforting one, providing him with a familiar warmth even though the gesture was hardly serious. He took a moment to be still, perhaps to savor it. A frown creased his brow before steadily exhaling.”Very well, then. Perhaps I have misjudged the man. I will give him my apologies come to the end of the ball.

”For now, however…” The guard turned to face her, gently unlinking their arms to give the princess a bow, and then offered her an inviting hand.

”Yes I believe you may have.”Anastasia told him with a smirk, giving him a curtsy. She glanced down at his hand and placed hers into his palm, moving her other hand to his shoulder. Her arm would rest over his once he too got into position. Though she was used to Wystan’s presence, being this close to him was a new experience.

After a brief pause, she then decided to give him more information in case he had any more questions over the ordeal. After a sigh, she admitted, ”I saw him looking so sad after Lady Crystal ran away from him.” Anastasia glanced up at him. ”He had this expression that said: I screwed up, just like I always do… I wanted to cheer him up somehow.”

"..." These were sympathies the watchdog could not easily afford to share with those outside of the Danrose household. However, he could hardly deny that the princess’ understanding of others had an important role to play on its own.

"I am wholly confident you have done that and more," Now compelled to give in to the unfortunate circumstances of it all, Wystan made amends with his conscience and took note to meet the man. In accordance, he spoke his next words in earnest. "--knowing you, I'm sure you must have made his evening."

"If Your Royal Highness would allow, I would like to attempt the same for you..." His main goal was to adjust his disposition to match the princess'. Yet these couple of sentences aroused an unexpected feeling in him instead. Even with eyes as hard as tempered iron, and colder than the rime along the battlements– whatever that sensation was still managed to prick and warm his cheeks.

Anastasia smiled, though her gaze averted from his. ”No need to attempt.” The music this time was slower; It was easy to drift in focus. Her grip on his hand ever so slightly tightened. She exhaled before she spoke once more, her eyes gradually meeting his again. She knew then and there that was her mistake. ”Consider that objective already achieved.”

”...” Wystan's face remained stoic, in spite of his almost being caught off guard by the princess' sincerity. He issued a polite nod in his gratitude, the warmth in his cheeks never having gone away. "Very well, Your Highness. For that, I am glad."

The lights dimmed ever so slowly as the song fell into a soft tempo, officially cueing the beginning of the second dance. With their eyes now on each other, Wystan began to lead her steps into his. Much like reviewing footwork after a spar, he retraced Prince Wulfric's movements and appropriately slowed them down to match the rhythm of the music. Though he had always been a fast learner, it was the princess' natural receptivity that allowed him to feel much more at ease in his lead as he guided her around the dancefloor.

"I noticed you've gotten better at ballet." Wystan teased her with a smile. "Did you enjoy your solo performance after I had left?"

Wystan’s stoic expression was a reminder that allowed her brain gears to start turning. She blinked as if waking up from a reverie but then smiled nonetheless up at him. Dancing was luckily on her list of activities she could fall into muscle memory with as she drifted in her thoughts a moment until he spoke up again. The question made her expression light up. ”Oh! My cello and I adore that song!”She told him with excitement, “ I used to play the very tune, which would of course get looped in my head and I would have to then dance to it. “ Anastasia told him softly, ”You should try it sometime. It felt as if I were flying as I glid across the ballroom.” Her tone was light and playful as she had mused to him.

”My apologies. I’m afraid my body isn’t conditioned to be as graceful as you in that regard.” Wystan’s smile grew, seemingly pleased with her enthusiasm. A second passed before he carefully pulled the princess closer by the small of her back. With a smooth transition, their rhythm was maintained as he slowly guided them away from other couples who gathered too close. Meanwhile, their own close proximity gave him a chance to pass an earnest suggestion. ”Perhaps Your Royal Highness would be interested in gracing me with lessons. Diverse footwork training is essential in combat, after all.”

Anastasia’s eyelashes fluttered when he pulled her closer. Another giggle escaped her lips and there was a hint of nervousness underlying this one.

His smile made her feel as if she might melt into a puddle.

”Oh I think your body’s perfect…”She drew off, her eyes widening as she quickly added on, ”For dancing, I mean that is. I am sure you will be as adept a dancer as you are in combat in no time. I’d love to help.” She smiled up at him, her eyes shut. Yikes.

"I'm truly honored to hear that you have this much faith in me. Such is true. With your skills, I believe I can succeed in no time." Wystan let out a small laugh as she shut her eyes, regrettably missing the underlying message and mistaking it for eagerness. In order to support her, the watchdog leaned her closer to him once more, guiding their steps in smooth tandem with the music to make for easier conversation.

”Combat could be considered… dangerous dancing, wouldn’t you say? Perhaps while I teach you, you can teach me your ways in return. I think Auguste would have some relief knowing I could kick some butt if need be.”

"Yes, perhaps we could arrange this. Dancing and combat are two entirely different forms of art, but both forms of art nonetheless." The battlemaster wryly raised his eyebrows as he spoke. Upon hearing about self-defense and Prince Auguste, his eyes lit up in agreement. "If it's for your protection, I would not mind extending combat sparring lessons to you as well. Prince Auguste would surely be pleased."

"...I do have to warn you in advance-- I tend not to go easy on my sparring partners. Would you still be up for the challenge?"

Now he was speaking her language; competition always excited her. Anastasia pulled him in closer to look him in the eyes with a devious grin. ”Nor I on my dancing partners.”She smoothly retorted, ”Of course I am up for it.” She returned his space as she had made her point.

"Very well. Let us mark each other’s words.” A grin as they parted. Their brief lack of proximity inwardly surprised the watchdog. Being pulled would have granted anyone other than the Danroses a dislocated wrist or two… but because it was the princess, he opted for something else instead.

"So let us consider this evening the beginning of our dance training.” The next sequence was used to gather himself before Wystan raised his arm high above her head to allow her momentum for a couple of spins.I've never tried this before, but perhaps she would like it.

”It’s a promise!”Anastasia agreed cheerfully. As Wystan raised her hand up, she did not hesitate using her momentum to twirl under his grip. She had decided to show off, spinning one foot on its tippy toes whilst her other foot raised to touch the ankle of the supporting leg. The pink fabric of her dress raised with the motion and spun around her. As she finished her spin, she jutted her raised leg out in the direction away from Wystan. Anastasia smiled up at him as if she had just won a game. She returned her feet to their starting position and placed her free hand delicately on his shoulder once again.

"Beau–” Wystan caught his trance-like state in time to correct himself. "...Bravo, princess. Your skills are unmatched. I'd be truly honored to have you as my teacher.” He remarked, making sure he held her properly as he rotated his steps to twirl them both into a series of light spins. Anastasia’s brows raised briefly, then she beamed at his words.

Though the watchdog quietly enjoyed seeing her smile, he sensed his walls begin to crumble ever so slightly. Such a feeling was risky for someone in his post and those around him– which ultimately raised concern for a hunch he'd kept since earlier.

”...Your Highness, I would like to ask you something.” Wystan's voice was low as dipped his head low to speak.

Anastasia did not seem to suspect any change in tone as she immediately craned her neck to whisper in his ear back. Her voice was hushed and certainly not serious, ”Ask away, my Wyst. I will try my best to understand the jist.”

”...” Wystan blinked back a smile before his eyes lowered, seemingly apologetic. ”...During my dance with your brother, I saw a masked man hand you a letter.” The bodyguard frowned as he spoke, his mind having recalled that it was more of a rough shove than a simple hand-off.

She bit her lip as she gazed up over his shoulder. He had caught her off guard and she ever so slightly stiffened.

If she was going to get to that party, she was going to have to lie. Somehow doing so felt wrong. It was something she had done numerous times before but now...
Anastasia considered, for a brief moment, not going to the party at all.

I already told Kazumin I’d go with him. Not to mention Callum is definitely getting invited and I promised myself I’d always be there for him. Her thoughts raced in the brief pause of conversation. Then my Thea girl is going to be there. I have missed her so… I have to make sure Wystan doesn’t sniff this out.

”It was a love letter. “Anastasia blurted out. She knew that wasn’t good enough so she mentally scrambled together words as fast as she could.

”It was Lady Thea’s handwriting. She further explained. Thea had been last to cross her thoughts and she had jumped on the first idea in her head. Hesitating much longer would only arouse further suspicion. ” I think she was pranking me by pretending to be a secret admirer.” Anastasia met his eyes and smiled. ”It was very funny actually.”

”...I see.” Wystan slightly narrowed his eyes, whether out of suspicion, concern, both, or something else. In the end, he begrudgingly opted to give the princess the benefit of the doubt for once, as at least two things were obvious. Firstly, no harm did come of the letter. Secondly, he would be following her after the ball either way. Feeling somewhat at ease, he slowly exhaled as he held eye contact with Anastasia. ”I understand. Though, I will not hesitate to reprimand the man involved in the delivery of that letter should I run into him. To shove Your Royal Highness’ torso is no way to send a message– let alone pass on a love letter.”

He bought it. I’m slick like butter! Anastasia grinned to herself for a moment before returning her attention. ”Oh yeaaaah.”She had forgotten about that. It had struck her as bizarre only for a brief second. ”It’s alright! Stuff like that happens all the time. ”She shrugged her shoulders. The company she usually found herself with usually were of the most affectionate sort: the inebriated. She then reminded him gently and squeezed the hand she held, ”Tonight’s your break remember? Try not to stress.”

”As you wish, Princess.” The calmness of his voice would not betray the heightened caution in his mind upon hearing that these events happen all the time. This cannot be the case– not under his watch. A brief scan around the ballroom made sure to confirm that all the Danrose siblings were safe and within sight, before obediently resigning himself to a single minute’s worth of pause. Such precious time would be used to service the princess for another couple of spins in an effort to ease the current tension.

Anastasia was pleased to be taken for a few more graceful twirls. However, these did not go as well as the prior revolutions. The fabric of her long dress caught under her heel. The floor seemed to disappear beneath her feet as she suddenly fell forward into Wystan with a gasp, her hand gripping his tighter.

What may have looked like a pink blur to onlookers moved as if in slow-motion for the watchdog. Half a second and a soft grunt was all it took. Constant vigilance being his second nature did well in its part to catch the princess in a swift embrace, encapsulating her in the safety of the guard’s arms. All at once, the strange flush returned to his cheeks, which he forcefully bit back as he held her.

”Your Highness, are you alright? … Did you hurt your ankle?” The guard inadvertently held onto her with a little bit of his strength, slightly lifting her so that no pressure would land on her feet.

Anastasia giggled as her hands fell on his chest, ”Ahh sorry… Weak ankles…. I cannot believe I actually tripped.” The split second of adrenaline from free-falling had come with a dose of serotonin. Her blonde hair draped around her head as she hung it a moment. She finally glanced up at him as she became more self-aware of their positioning. ”I’m okay…” She breathed.

”Perhaps we should take a seat, then.” Wystan was just about ready to hoist her up to be carried.

She shook her head, insisting, ”I’m okay, really.”

”Alright.” He looked down at her to make sure of this before giving a small nod– and if one was careful, they’d be able to notice that this was one of rare hesitation. His arms lingered around her for just a moment longer before finally letting go, the warmth of having her there still ever-present in his chest. In protest, a careful hand made its way up to tuck the princess’ hair behind her ear before withdrawing.

Anastasia’s hands subconsciously drifted down his arms briefly as they let go of her. She was at a loss for words for once as the gold-eyed watchdog brushed her hair back, his fingertips briefly brushing against her skin.

”Let us continue our training session until the end, then.” A low bow made her way again, before resuming their dance. Beneath all his layers of cloth and armor, the watchdog’s heart proceeded to race ever so quietly.

With a curtsy in return, she took her position again, her movements more delicate than before. She took the time to correct his steps and show him how to dance in tune to the slower music. However, though she was speaking softly to him, it would be abundantly clear she was more present in her head and her tone was less energetic. Still, her gaze did not often leave his. Finally, she asked as the song was coming to its conclusion. ”...Do you like cake?”

”I do.” An out-of-the-blue question, but one that he answered readily. Though, there were things he naturally preferred more— one of them to which he directed the question back. ”Why do you ask? Are you perhaps hungry, Your Highness?”

Anastasia smiled up at him as she answered cheerfully, ”Yes!”

Daring to look down at the princess right then felt like a dangerous move, but there was also a certain resilience that came with living one’s life solely to fight. For a moment he’d thought it enough to pad his confidence in this endeavor, fully relying on the strength of his immovable walls to take the blow for him. The red in his cheeks, the unease in his chest. All such feelings he’d never learned to experience well. However, all forms of preparation he could muster at the last minute were proven useless when he dropped his steely gaze to settle on Anastasia’s smile. Just like that, the rime in his eyes melted and the corners of his lips moved upwards on their own. The purity in her expression and the loneliness stowed away behind the curve of her eyes returned the feelings he tried desperately to fight back, reducing his great walls to rubble in an instant. The guard was now defenseless. A dangerous move, indeed, and for the first time in his life, it had nothing to do with fighting. A stray thought entered his mind then.

She's beautiful.

And so he dared to keep his gaze on her even as the song slowed to its final stop, willfully accepting that her presence brought with it his own vulnerability. If it meant that he could savor this unfamiliar warmth a second longer, perhaps, and maybe just perhaps… he could wait to rebuild his walls another moment.

”...Then, shall we go find you some cake?”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Early Evening
Location: Caesonia Castle Ball Room in Sorian

Music:Gymnopédie No. 1

A hush goes over the crowd as a man loudly clears his throat and the music stops, who had all previously been glancing over and whispering at the sight of the beautiful Lady Crystal planting a kiss on Prince Callum's cheek. A well-dressed attendant on the balcony of the ballroom leans over and calls out, "Find a partner of your choice as the second dance shall now begin!" People begin to scramble to quickly collect a partner and things were chaotic for a moment, but slowly and surely do all the guests start dancing once again to a slow and romantic waltz.