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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location:Damien Estate Ballroom
Time: Evening
Attire: Mask Suit
Interactions:@PapaOso Cassius @Tae Kalliope @Lava Alckon Drake, @Potter Olivia, @Apex Sunburn Sjan-dehk @Samreaper Kazumin @SilverpawWulfric @Helo Leo @JJ Doe Ryn

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Calbert Damien was perched on the elegant railing overlooking the grand ballroom as he observed his guests. Far from the prying eyes of his guests, a subtle amusement played upon his lips. His hands traced the intricate carvings as if mapping out the evening's unfolding intrigue. His black suit was adorned with gold detailing and complemented by a menacing goat mask that concealed his features. There was certainly something to be found in those blue eyes of his: perhaps a glint of purpose and cunning.

With graceful steps, he paced along the railing, his hand still caressing the wood as his eyes swept the crowd like a seasoned general surveying a battlefield. Every movement was calculated, every glance deliberate. Once he had collected every game piece he desired, his gaze shifted with a predator's focus.

Now, he decided, was the opportune moment to greet his guests.

With a smile that was as enigmatic as the night itself, Calbert Damien greeted the room, his voice carrying through the air, "Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you," he announced, "...Tonight, we step into a dreamscape, one where elegance meets mystery." With a subtle nod, he signaled to the orchestra, their melodies shifting to a more enchanting tempo. He made his way toward the staircase and began his journey downward to join his guests.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Night
Location: The edge of Lover's Lake
Attire:Dress, A crown of various flowers
Interaction: @Lava Alckon Farim @Infinite Cosmos Munir @ReusableSword Roman @Tae Mina

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Anastasia stepped towards the gathering, her guards trailing behind, while Roman's voice echoed through the air. She paused at the edge of the shadows, ensuring she wouldn't disrupt anyone's attention. Her eyes swept over the assembled guests, her lips curving into a smile. Yet, her expression faltered momentarily at something Roman said, though she swiftly pushed the concern aside. When she was certain Roman had concluded his speech, she stepped into the fading sunlight.

In her hands, she held a bouquet of freshly picked flowers, and she wore a simple, elegant long blue gown made of delicate, lightweight fabric. A flower crown, seemingly woven haphazardly, adorned her golden locks. Anastasia was glad she brought the flowers as she wanted to pay respects to the dead when she had the chance.

However, first she wanted to make sure she greeted everyone. First, she approached Roman and Mina, "Hello you two! You look great! ..." She offered both Roman and Mina hugs. Her eyes shifted to Roman, a glimmer of admiration sparkling in them. "This is beautiful, Roman. I can't wait to experience it all."

Anastasia then turned gracefully, acknowledging Munir, whom she had noticed nearby, with a sweet smile and wave, and then, her gaze swept over the rest of the attendees. Finally, her eyes found Farim, and without hesitation, she closed the distance between them. With arms outstretched, she enveloped him in a tight hug, her voice carrying a note of genuine delight. "Well hello again! I'm so happy to see you!"

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Late Morning --> Evening
Location: Sorian Beach --> Calbert's Estate
Interaction: @FunnyGuy Lorenzo @PapaOso Cassius @Potter Olivia @SausagePat Ruby @ReusableSword Kazumin @Samreaper

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Morning

Attire:Bathing Suit, Light-colored beach sandals, Hair loose

Location: Sorian Beach

"Oh, Lady Ariella... I see. I'll see you at home then, Lorenzo." A faint smile graced Charlotte's lips, but it quickly faded as Lorenzo turned his back and began to walk away. She stood alone, silently watching his retreating figure, her heart heavy with unspoken emotions. Please stay... Her fingers interlocked, forming a wordless plea.

As she was lost in her thoughts, a cheerful voice suddenly interrupted her reverie. "Snowcone, dear?" The sound of the voice brought her back to the present.

Charlotte turned her gaze towards a woman pushing a cart through the warm sand. The woman offered her a vibrant cone filled with colorful ice. However, Charlotte decided against indulging in more sweetness after the emotional rollercoaster of the smoothie incident.

"Oh, uh...no thank you," Charlotte replied politely.

Undeterred by the refusal, Molly continued her rounds, her voice carrying over the beach as she made an announcement with uncontainable enthusiasm. "Free snowcones for all! Courtesy of Shehzadi Layla Kadir!" Her words rang out, drawing the attention of beachgoers who eagerly lined up for the unexpected and generous treat.

Perhaps Layla had felt guilty. A snow cone was not going to be enough to put Layla on the top of her list, but she was certainly eager to be in better standing with the vile woman, so the apology was welcomed.

Charlotte had sat down on her own for a short while as the others had enjoyed their snowcones, then decided to finally approach them to go for a swim. She had promised Olivia that she would teach her how to swim today, and it was a commitment she intended to fulfill. Cassius, Olivia, and Ruby had all agreed to join her in the water.

Olivia, though initially nervous, seemed to be making progress with her swimming skills. Yet, amidst the swimming lessons and laughter, Charlotte couldn't help but seize the opportunity to question Cassius about his sudden appearance. According to Cassius, he had been directed to Calbert's location after the recent passing of his mother. While it was indeed a peculiar turn of events, Charlotte decided, for the time being, to give him the benefit of the doubt. He didn't appear to be aligned with Calbert's nefarious plans, but he also didn't strike her as someone she was eager to form a close bond with, especially after witnessing a return to his unbecoming behavior. She had noted mentally: Not certain if he's an enemy, but he sure is in every way a bastard.

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Evening

Attire: Mask, Dress/Wings
Location: Damien Estate Ballroom
Interactions: @Helo Leo

Charlotte had set aside time during the day to make sure her attire was exactly what she wanted it to be.

Though she had entered the ballroom with graceful silence, her entry had not gone unnoticed. Many attendees turned their attention to the newcomer in the enchanting pink gown. Her presence was commanding to the eye yet delicate, like the first bloom of a rare flower in spring.

Her gown was a soft shade of pink with a white corset. The fabric cascaded like a waterfall, embellished with intricate beadwork that glimmered under the gentle caress of the chandelier. The bodice hugged her form gracefully before giving way to a flowing skirt that trailed behind her. On her back, she wore a pair of ethereal butterfly wings. Her mask, adorned with jewels, matched the shade of her gown perfectly and continued the theme of the butterfly.

She was a juxtaposition, embodying the very essence of innocence while simultaneously drawing the eye with its meticulous attention to detail. Yet, deep down, the girl was rather nervous. She had never quite arrived to many events on her lonesome, as Lorenzo had opted not to attend and Olivia was arriving late, hopefully without Kazumin. Charlotte was quite worried over the idea of him attending but she knew that he would show up nonetheless.

Though Charlotte made no effort to conceal herself, she did gravitate toward the perimeter, hoping to see if she could recognize anyone despite the masks.

Amidst the sea of masks and gowns, Charlotte's keen eyes finally caught a glimpse of something familiar. It started with a pair of fuzzy lion slippers. They were followed by the unmistakable hue of red hair that peeked out from beneath a lion mask.

A laugh rose in her throat and a smile crossed her lips. She made her way through the crowd, stepping up behind her friend, With a playful glimmer in her eyes, Charlotte couldn't help but tease Leo, softly speaking in his ear. "You're not exactly hiding behind your lion motif, are you?" she quipped, her voice laced with amusement. "I must say, the slippers were a dead giveaway. But," she added with a smile, "I do appreciate the commitment to the theme. A lion in every sense tonight, aren't you?"

Avalia

Time:Late Morning
Location::The Nest, Roshmi City
Interaction: @Alivefalling Aerilyn, @Apex Sunburn Scathael, @ShiningSector FIVE @FunnyGuy Thraash
Equipment: Repeating crossbow, a bag, sword, two daggers, 3 small red potions, 1 large red potion, 1 large blue potion, hoverboard, portable solar box, eye protectors, fire starter kit, channeling gloves that turn her light magic orange, makeup, perfume, a skull she wears as a mask and a disguise ring

Mari's impulsive nature took over as she leaped onto a nearby table, her gaze fixed on Thraash down on the ground. She had always relished a good fight, and the idea of going out in a blaze of glory had its undeniable appeal. But as the battle unfolded and the odds seemed stacked against them, an unfamiliar surge of emotion coursed through her.

She scoffed at her own momentary weakness. Being on the losing end of a fight was never her style, and seeing Thraash lying there had done more than upset her; it had pissed her off to no end. "Get your ass up, Thraash!" she shouted.

Her attention returned to Five, "Hey!... BIG BOY!" She waved her arms to get his attention, hoping to dissuade him from his attack on the bunny bitch.

"Time out!" Mari yelled, her voice carrying a hint of exasperation. "Why are you even doing this? Are they paying you a mountain of amas or something? I mean, I respect the grind and all, but seriously, hear me out." She adopted a defensive stance, ready to attempt to dodge any incoming attacks.

"... What if we have a job that can pay you more? I know it sounds like I'm grasping at straws because you're totally kicking ass... Buuut! If you like amas as much as we do, maybe you should hear us out. If you don't like what we have to say, then you can always continue trying to crush us. You seem like you're confident in your ability to do so it will hurt you absolutely none to chill out like five seconds."

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Riverport
Interactions: @JJ Doe Jun @Helo Zion @Tae Kenia @Alivefalling Stupid spiders
Equipment: Bow and quiver of arrows, Hygiene supplies, spray bottle, short sword, backpack, a few pieces of jerky, 1000 amas, transmission bracelet, Portable Solar Box, location sender
Attire: His outfit

Malachi's eyes snapped to the elf with the pale blonde hair. His eyes locked on hers, his pupils dilating slightly at her presence.

Kenia.

He swiftly notched an arrow onto his taut bowstring. "Watch yourself." He cautioned her softly. Amid the tension, Zion's voice reached Malachi's keen ears, accompanied by the subtle shift of weight off his body and the faint rustle of light footsteps on the earthen ground. These sounds told him that Zion had carried someone with him without Malachi needing to divert his gaze from the enemy at hand. Malachi was not one to allow his focus to waver in the presence of enemies.

Despite the absence of direct eye contact, Zion's next words conveyed Jun's presence without a doubt, igniting a surge of determination within Malachi. These spiders may not have been the most formidable of foes to come across, but they were not to be underestimated. There had to be a reason they had established such a menacing presence so close to a town. The noxious stench that ever so subtly filled the air suggested that the remains of their victims, blood and bones alike, were likely within arm's reach. "Blonde. Watch the child... Jun, stay back."

A bright light imbued the arrow and he let it rip toward the spider as soon as it descended from the trees. Zion sprinted forward and Malachi's breath hitched. He quickly strung another arrow and stepped forward. His expression faltered with concern as venom splattered the demihuman. "Zion!" He shouted on instinct. The sight and sounds had been a nightmare to witness. His heart felt as if it had stopped beating in his chest for that moment. As Zion's anguished screams shattered the air so did the screams of the past.

Malachi's hands trembled uncontrollably. His voice quivered under his breath with terror, his words escaping in a broken whisper as he watched Zion suffer. "No, not again," he murmured, the words carrying a heavy weight. His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white as he grappled with the agonizing helplessness of the moment. But as the sense of déjà vu threatened to consume him, something stirred within Malachi. His grief and anguish very quickly transformed into a desperate need, and as did an uncontrollable frustration, "You idiot! Why would you rush forward so impulsively!" he shouted, his voice laced with raw intensity as he squared his bow away. He wasn't normally one for close-up combat, but it was vital he got between Zion and the spider. He charged forward with a yell.

His fingertips glowed with radiant light as he unsheathed a sword, the light engulfing the sword as well as he slashed it toward the spider. The light magic reached his eyes with the intensity of the attack as he let the light energy surge from the sword into the foe with all his might. If he had successfully buried the sword within the spider's flesh, he had dug it in deep before stepping back to put some distance between him and the spider. He continued to unleash a fury of light bolts toward the foe. Though he wore a determined, cool expression, his anger was evident in his gaze.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Guavav Village
Interactions: @Helo Cyrus @13org Viola @Alivefalling Dante @FunnyGuy Darius
Equipment: Staff with unbreaking and shift enchantment(shifts into dagger), Her bag, Water Purifier, Flask, some shiny pebbles
Attire:Dress, which she decorated with flowers and hung little charms off the ropes, A small antler headdress with flowers and jewels, amulet with Millinia Crest, wooden butterfly earrings, various bracelets

Phia smiled pleasantly at Cyrus, though a fleeting trace of sadness briefly clouded her eyes at the mention of Menzai. "He will be alright. I have halted the bleeding and he is able to go on. As for I, I am a little weary but my spirit remains."

Her gaze flickered to Viola and remained there for some time before she gave her a smile and nodded. "I am so happy you two were not harmed. What poor luck we were to run into such a rare and strange situation."

With that, she moved to Darius upon his request and gently laid a hand on his shoulder. Her hand took on that familiar glow once more as her eyes wandered with curiosity over his skin. She had expected humans to feel as otherworldly as they were under her fingertips. "We can fetch him a potion once we get there. I am sure we have plenty."

She glanced at Darius and smiled faintly as he spoke. "Darius is very wise. He is correct. We hold our way of life and our people close to our hearts. I am sure you can understand that sometimes it's a little nerve-wracking to let a stranger in for supper when you have a home full of your beloved family members. Although I believe kindness is a guiding principle within all of us, that instinct to protect what's dear to us is also a natural part of who we are."

Upon arriving at the village, Phia wasted no time in procuring a blue potion for Dante. If he still desired some rest, she guided him back to his designated bedroom, offering her assistance along the way. With Dante's well-being in mind, she ensured he was comfortable before turning her attention to the rest of the group.

Leading them through the village, Phia couldn't help but notice the curiosity and unease among the townsfolk. They were shaken by the screech of the Rok certainly, but she could tell that the unfamiliar faces had piqued their interest. She responded with warm, reassuring smiles to alleviate the tension as best she could

Their journey eventually led them to a quaint wooden hall perched within a semi-large tree, its foundation built right on the water's edge. They reached it via a winding stone path that meandered gracefully up the riverbank.

Upon entering, they found the restaurant's interior to be a cozy haven, furnished with sturdy wooden tables and chairs. Soft lighting hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, inviting glow. While the restaurant was less crowded than usual, several groups of villagers still occupied tables, savoring their meals. The decor leaned towards simplicity, highlighting the respect for nature and the earth. The aroma of freshly prepared dishes wafted through the air. The menu was known to be a mix of dishes made from the forest's own bounty with a sprinkling of earth's recipe in the menu.

As the group made their way inside and the door closed behind them, all eyes turned their way. Phia had not seemed to mind the reaction, waving enthusiastically before they had been seated finally. Once sitting, she stretched her arms across the table and smiled wide. "I think a nice meal is always necessary for a bonding session between very great folks like you all. Everyone here loves food, yes?"

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

The Ceremony for the Summer Solstice

Time: Night
Location: Edge of Lover's Lake.

Written by @ReusableSword

The summer air was cool outside the warehouse, marked with white, blue, and purple flags—the colors of the Ravenwood family. This was the designated location for the ritual attendees to gather, unless they chose to arrive on their own at odd hours of the night. With about an hour remaining before the sun set, the Ravenwood clan, and indeed many people from Varian, worked quickly to assemble baskets, boxes, kegs, and various other items into a few horse-drawn carts. The mood was cheerful, with many smiles and hearty laughs filling the air.

Soon, an entourage comprised of nobles, guards, merchants, workers, and people of all ages, gathered in and around the carts to make their way to the ceremony site. Musicians played music commonly heard in the Northern Varian territories as the procession slowly advanced toward the lush forest. The chosen location, the westernmost edge of Lover’s Lake, had been meticulously prepared for their ceremony. The past few days were dedicated to clearing brush, setting stones and designs into the ground, preparing fire pits, arranging food, and setting up seating for the night.

At the site, a few guards and the shaman had already arrived and greeted everyone with smiles, beckoning them to begin unloading the carts and sorting through the crates. Most everyone pitched in to unload everything from the carts until they were empty. During a brief pause in the activities, a man stepped up onto one of the empty carts and gestured for everyone to gather around for an announcement.

Roman stood tall on the empty cart, wearing his traditional Ritual attire, which made him look quite imposing. He wore a plaid kilt in his family’s colors and little else—no shoes, no shirt. However, strapped to him were large, thick bones—the upper half of a large snow bear skeleton. Its ribs encased his chest and torso, with long arm bones tied to his arms that ended in oversized boney paws with sharp, dagger-like claws. Its lower jaw hung from around his neck, and under one arm was the skull itself. The bones had been altered slightly to fit his size, yet anyone could still estimate the size of the beast from the skull he held under his arm. A skull that, like the rest of his bare skin, was adorned with ancient patterns and runes meant for protection and strength.

“Hello friends, family, new and old faces, one and all. Thank you for coming to our Celebration and Ceremony of the summer solstice. There are a few ground rules I must go over with you, especially if you have never been to one of our celebrations,” he spoke clearly, slowly, and with distinct enunciation, ensuring that all could hear his words. “First and foremost, there are no titles here—Royalty, Nobility, and the common man will all be treated the same, as we are all equal in the eyes of the gods.”

He paused briefly, his smile never fading. “Second, if you're going to act disrespectfully, whether sober or not, you will be escorted back to the city if you are disrespectful towards each other or our ceremony. This is for your safety as much as it is ours; some of us may enter a trance as we sing and dance, and some of us may not recognize you.”

He allowed those words to sink in before continuing, “Third, there are cups offered by the shaman herself.” Roman motioned his arm toward her, “These are the only cups that are colored red. They contain a drink mixed with our natural plants and mushrooms from the north. This drink is what we give to our people who wish to see. No one knows what you will see, but mostly it is to help you see your true self, so that you may find peace and heal from the wounds no one else can see. If you're lucky, you may even meet a god.”

A chorus of laughter erupted from him and some of the other northern men, as if they were all in on some inside joke, or perhaps they were all just a little insane. “Lastly, and this one is important,” Again, he paused to ensure everyone was listening, “Our ceremonies are ancient, from a time before our kingdoms were kingdoms. You may think or feel that the way we worship is magic in some way, but I can assure you it is not. We sing, dance, and offer to our gods, our ancestors, and the spirits that inhabit the land.”

His smile returned as he placed the hollowed-out skull onto his head, concealing his eyes in shadow. The red rubies set in the eye sockets of the bear's skull glistened with the dying light of the sun. “Now, for the ceremony itself, we will sing four songs in the old tongue. The many guards not participating in the ceremony have been instructed to translate for you if you ask. Our songs represent birth, life, death, and the last song for the gods. Before we start, you will find benches close to the fires; these are meant for offerings of food, wine, and prayers or words to a loved one who has passed—anything you wish to offer to the gods and the ancestors.”

Again, he paused to look over the crowd. “Mina Blackwood and I will be leading the songs for this ceremony. So, we have a little while longer before the fires are lit, so please enjoy the food, the drinks, the music. Take this time to prepare yourselves for the celebration. Remember, all we ask is that you be respectful of our customs. It's up to you whether you want to participate or just observe. No one here will judge you for getting in tune with nature.”

Glancing out across the forest for a moment, three smaller fires were set up in a triangle with ample space in the middle for the largest of the fires. Stones and paint formed an intricate pattern along the ground, one that could only be fully appreciated from a higher vantage point. Tables with food, drinks, instruments, and ritual wear were arranged around the outside of the very large circle. With that, he descended from the cart, and the crowd began to disperse. He still had a few things to prepare for the ritual himself.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Count Damien's Masquerade

Time: Night
Location: Ballroom in Damien Estate

Written by @Tpartywithzombi

As the moonlight filters through the intricately designed windows, casting a silvery glow upon the polished wooden floor, the room transforms into a dreamscape of elegance and mystery. Tonight, an air of enchantment fills the room, as the ballroom plays host to a splendid masquerade.

The walls of the grey ballroom are adorned with rich velvet drapes in deep shades of midnight blue and regal burgundy, cascading from ceiling to floor in graceful waves. Gilded sconces, delicately crafted with intricate patterns, hold flickering candles that dance with a warm and inviting light, casting intricate shadows that seem to tell secrets of bygone eras.

The expansive dance floor is a masterpiece in itself, polished to a mirror-like shine, reflecting the enchanting chandeliers that hang above. The chandeliers are true works of art, their crystal prisms capturing the moonlight and scattering it across the room in a myriad of enchanting patterns. Each crystal radiates a soft, ethereal glow, casting an otherworldly ambiance over the masquerade attendees.

In every corner, exquisite floral arrangements that Lady Damien insisted on having. Bursting forth in a riot of colors and scents, lending a touch of nature's beauty to the splendor of the occasion. Roses in shades of deep crimson and velvety black mingle with orchids and lilies, their fragrances intermingling with the soft scent of beeswax candles. Greenery twists and twines around the pillars, enhancing the illusion of a hidden garden within the ballroom itself.

As attendees glide gracefully across the dance floor in their elaborate animal-inspired attire, the masked figures create an aura of intrigue and allure. The ornate masks range from delicate lace to opulent filigree, each one a testament to the wearer's imagination. Behind these disguises, whispered conversations and shared laughter mingled with the strains of a live orchestra, playing their beautiful tunes.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time:Night
Date:Sola 23rd

Interaction: @Helo@Tae @ReusableSword @Rodiak @JJ Doe @Conscripts @Infinite Cosmos @Potter @13org @Heartfillia @Tpartywithzombi @samreaper @Silverpaw @Inertia @mantou @Terrance420 @Potter @FunnyGuy @SausagePat @Lava Alckon @CitrusArms @Blizz @PapaOso @Apex Sunburn @Ojo chan 42

The evening has set in! Anything you need to wrap up, please be clear that you are writing in the daytime still or mark as a flashback as we are officially moving into the night <3

NEWSPAPER FOR SOLA 23

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Anastasia & Ryn

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Anastasia had wandered over to the dessert selection, trailing a finger down the cloth of the table. The gentle swish of fabric under her touch was interrupted by the unmistakable blare of a trumpet, which instantly piqued her attention. Craning her neck, she looked over her shoulder to watch Callum enter with the baker. She openly giggled, both at the absurdity of it all and just because it was nice to see Callum seeming in better spirits today at least.

It was going to be daunting to tell him that she hadn’t been able to speak to Marek. He’d almost assuredly assume she didn’t try hard enough. Even so, she had no plans to avoid him. He was her little brother and she planned to make sure he knew how much she wanted to look out for him no matter what he thought of her. Her gaze had slid to her father as he entered. Though it was pointless, the princess waved her hand with a smile in greeting with some hopes he might greet her. Her hand fell as his eyes seemed to purposely rush over the sight of her and she dropped her arm back to her side.

Ryn sauntered over to the dessert selection and positioned himself beside the princess. Feigning interest in the sweets, he leaned forward for a better view of the treat directly in front of the princess. “This one looks delightful,” he remarked, reaching for it. As his hand drew near, an errant cloth tucked in his sleeve slipped out, unfurling and draping itself over the petit confection. “Oh dear!” He whisked the fabric away, only to reveal an empty space beneath. He stared at the vacant area in faux puzzlement, then searched the cloth and found nothing. His gaze swept the surroundings, eventually locking onto Princess Anastasia. “Pardon me, did you see a runaway petit four by chance?”

“Oh hi!” Anastasia greeted with a smile as someone moved into her range of earshot, “It does look really good. Totally try it!” Her smile retained its glow, albeit with a subtle dimming, as her attention was drawn to a cloth that slipped from his grasp and fluttered to the ground. A quizzical tilt of her head accompanied her survey of the table. "Hmm, where could it have disappeared to?”

She directed her focus downward, bending her head to peer beneath the tablecloth as her blonde hair hung over her face. “Maybe… Maybe pick another?”

Ryn joined Anastasia in peering beneath the tablecloth, “I’ve heard these petit fours are the crafty sort. One moment there’s a platter full of them and then—poof!—in the blink of an eye, they’re all gone! They must be masters of stealth … or so delicious we don’t realize we’ve wolfed them down.” He let the tablecloth fall back into place as he straightened up. “No matter, plenty more options to choose from. Which one catches your fancy?”

Anastasia rose with him with a giggle. She pressed her fingers together and commented with a smile, “Oh you’re a funny one!” Her amber gaze set back on the table of goodies. She tapped her chin for a moment. “I often have that issue… I can’t help myself around sweets… “ As she drew off, there was a glimmer in her eye and she suddenly pointed out some fruit tarts. “Oh you must try those. Sooo good!” In a plate lay a few fruit tarts, all with golden crust and custard centers. Various berries adorned the custard like little bouquets.

Ryn could not help but mirror the princess’s smile as he witnessed her regain her spark. “This one?” With delicate care, he moved a fruit tart onto a plate and raised it, inspecting it from every angle. He hummed his approval. “My mouth is watering just looking at it. Let’s hope this doesn’t…” His hand concealed the tart from her sight. When he lifted his hand, the dessert—and the very plate it was on—disappeared, leaving behind a familiar cloth. “Vanish into thin air like the last one.”

“Again?” He picked up the cloth, turning it over in his hands. “I’m beginning to suspect we have a dessert thief in our midst.” Ryn held the fabric to his ear and shook it. “Wait, I hear something… Would you hold out your hands, please?” The cloth hovered over Princess Anastasia’s outstretched palms. After a few theatrical shakes, he pulled the cloth away. A plate of tart now rested on her hands.

“So that’s where it went! Let’s see if it has the other one too.” He repeated the performance over his free hand. This time, the first missing petit four reappeared. “There it is.”

He glanced between his and Princess Anastasia’s desserts. “Would it be bad manners if I returned this to the table? … Or perhaps I could make a trade? I’m sure this cloth pilfered an extra tart or two.” He covered his plate with the cloth and raised it, unveiling another fruit tart in place of his petit four. “Voilà!”

Anastasia stared with parted lips for a moment before she started to applaud enthusiastically, “Oh my Gods! You’re a magician! That was so AMAZING!” She exclaimed. A few that had been nearby also started to applaud. “I have not seen such a party trick since my brother’s birthday party when he was still a child… Please tell me how you did it!”

With a flourish, Ryn executed an elegant bow for his gathered audience. “Sleight of hand and misdirection—the core of many parlor tricks. A keen observer likely spotted me rearranging the desserts on the table.” He stepped aside to show the original petit four behind him. “I find chatter makes for good distraction. Sleight of hand requires practice, of course. Should you be interested, I’d gladly share a few techniques.” He lifted his tart and smiled at Princess Anastasia. “If you care to join me for dessert, that is. I have it on good authority that these tarts are exquisite.”

She tilted her body, her hands moving behind her back to lock eyes on the petit four with fascination. “I’m always distracted so I am sure you can keep me surprised!” Anastasia was half joking with her exclamation. With a smile, she gestured to a nearby lawn table with two upholstered seats. There were pastel-colored pillows as well as a dainty umbrella that shrouded the area in shade. “I’d love to.”

Anastasia selected another fruit tart and plated it with the other. The truth was she wanted to be distracted right now and he was quite pleasant company. The other day had been difficult and it still bore down on her as she had a rather overactive mind at times. She gestured toward the the table. “That looks like a nice spot to sit and snack, don’t you think?” She took a step in the direction only to pause, “Oh- And what’s your name?”

“Fritz. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he said, setting his plate on the tabletop and drawing out a seat for her. “How may I address you?”

“Fritz!” Anastasia repeated with a smile, nodding her thanks as she sat down. “Such a unique name… My name’s Anastasia, but that’s a bit of a mouth full so… Many call me Ana, Annie, or you’re free to come up with whatever funny little thing that crosses your mind.” She picked up one of her tarts to take a bite as she considered her next question. However, more than one ended up tumbling out as per usual. “So where are you from? And what do you like to do for fun? Oh and! …Favorite color? ” Her eyes set on him with interest and excitement.

“No name is ever a mouthful, Miss Anastasia. However, if variety is what you wish for...” Ryn rubbed his chin in thought, “Aisatsana? Nana? Sia, Tasia, or perhaps Phia? We can use random appellations until we find one to your liking.”

“Annie works great but those are all pretty nice-… You ever make up fake names for fun and introduce yourself as different identities to strangers ? I like to put on different accents and all.”

“Not always for fun, but yes, I have.” Images of what little he observed of Princess Anastasia the past few days cycled through his head. “Although, more often than not, people don’t require alternate names or identities to pretend.”

Anastasia was not as quick to reply this time, her fork tracing aimless patterns on the plate of tarts before her. Amidst the symphony of voices and laughter that filled the silence, she eventually lifted her gaze, accompanied by a soft smile. “I agree…I ’d be willing to bet many of the people here are all playing pretend… Well I know they are. I like to watch them often as you can imagine I have some more free time than my brothers.”

With a delicate gesture, she lifted a forkful of tart, using it as punctuation, “That woman over there is Countess Melanie Monet. She and her husband Landon are from over east. “ The brunette's laughter danced in the air as she engaged in conversation with fellow nobles over cups of tea. Yet, upon closer thought, the noise had seemed tinged with a touch of strain. Beside her sat a blond gentleman, his grip on her hand noticeably tight. Anastasia's expression grew slightly distant, ”...Never seen her not wearing a smile.”

“Sometimes… it’s easier to pretend than to face reality.” Ryn murmured, observing the false gaiety around the count and countess. Their companions reveled in laughter and merriment. Whether by choice or ignorance, they were blind to the discord beneath the surface. “Especially if you believe you’re alone and trapped because you cannot imagine anything better beyond the thorns of unforgiving reality.”

Anastasia’s smile faded out of his view. She wondered if he was particularly perceptive of how others may feel or if he could relate to such a lonesome and harsh sentiment.

Without directly facing her, Ryn gently posed a question. “If given the chance, what would you do for” he eyed Princess Anastasia, “one so lost and forlorn? What words would you offer to… them?”

As he eyed her once more, a smile grew as she lost herself in thought. Her gaze fixated on his and she spoke softly yet earnestly, “I’d tell them that they’re not as alone as they think…That there’s always someone there to help if they look a little closer. ”

This time Ryn fully faced her. “Then allow me to say this to you, Anastasia. Though your smile lights up any room, it never quite hides your pain. Earlier at the dessert table, I saw a lonely young woman seeking recognition from someone she loves dearly.” He broke eye contact to watch King Edin in the distance. “I can only speculate why he is reluctant to reciprocate… but I think he cares for you in his own way.” Briefly, Ryn’s brows furrowed and, more to himself, he said, “He is… preoccupied by his own unhappiness.”

His warm gaze returned to Princess Anastasia. “You are loved by many. You’re not alone, even when it feels that way and no one seems to care. There has always been and always will be someone there for you. It may take courage, and aid from others, but things can improve.”

She stared at him, caught off guard that the conversation had taken a turn toward her.Her gaze remained fixed on him, hanging on his words as they unfolded. Anastasia's hand extended across the table with a faint smile. “You’re very sweet and you seem like you’re pretty smart… Thank you.”

“If my words sound sweet, it’s because they are yours. I merely relayed your wisdom back as a reminder.”

“...Truth is.” Her shoulders slumped and she set down her fork.

There was a certain comfort in confiding in a stranger, she realized, and it was a bit easier to speak to him than perhaps others about such. “I do wear a mask but it’s for myself more than anyone. I feel sometimes I can fool myself into enjoying everything more. Even when things aren’t ideal, I like to try to have as much fun as I can and enjoy life to the fullest. You never know when it’s going to end right? …Buuut easier said than done.” Her gaze slid to King Edin, “When it comes to my dad, I once got to know a side of him he doesn’t really show. He can be a nice person… And because I know he can, I don’t want to give up on him.”

Princess Anastasia’s sentiment toward her father resonated with that of Countess Monet. From what he heard, the countess had been trying to “fix” her husband for years with questionable success. Ryn focused on Count Monet’s iron grip. “Do what you can to help him… but keep in mind that it’s not your responsibility to ‘fix’ him.” With effort, he pulled his eyes from the other man’s hand.

“Taking a more proactive approach could help too,” Ryn went on. “As they say, change seldom comes to those who wait idly.”

“That’s true… And you know what… That even sounds cool. “Anastasia tapped her chin. “I’ll do something proactive then. I’m going to talk to him… Today!” She took a motivated final bite of her tart and then glanced at Fritz once more, “So Fritz! Tell me more about you. You seem like someone who has a really interesting story.”

“Me? … Well, let’s answer your first set of questions.” Ryn inhaled deeply and spoke without pause. “I-come-from-a-merchant-family-in-Erwynn-Varian-I-have-many-hobbies-and-interests-it’s-difficult-to-narrow-it-down-to-just-one-To-name-a-few-I-play-musical-instruments-whenever-my-muse-decides-to-pay-a-visit-and-I-can’t-say-no-to-a-good-book-or-promise-of-adventure-big-or-small-I-am-open-to-trying-anything-at-least-once-As-for-favorite-colors-I-don’t-have-one-because-every-color-is-my-favorite.” He finally paused to take a breath. “What about you, Miss Annie?”

Anastasia’s expression lit up and she giggled. “Oh wow! Okay. What a mouth full. I am noting in all… But hey! Instruments! I play the cello actually! What do you play!?”

“I've tried my hand at a few instruments, but never mastered any.” Ryn kept his eyes trained on Princess Anastasia, and his face smooth, as his ears perked up at the mention of Black Rose Trading Company hosting an auction for Prince Callum’s charity event. “Have you ever played with other musicians or performed for an audience?”

Anastasia's gaze shifted across the room and came to rest upon Alexander Deacon. Her brows arched with a hint of curiosity as her eyes locked onto him.Her brows raised with intrigue. He worked with Marek? She wondered why the two of them had never met? “...I’ve performed solo, but never with others.”She answered him, though with a slight delay. Her attention briefly drifted toward Callum, and a cascade of inquiries surged through her thoughts. “What is going on…” she murmured softly, her words a mere whisper that escaped beneath her breath.

“Would you consider performing a concert for this charity event?”

Anastasia gasped and looked back to him with wide eyes. “I totally would!! …”Her excitement slowly died down as a realization hit her.. “Hm but I don’t know if Callum wants anything to do with me. I have to make things right between us still… Him and I had a bad argument.”

“An argument?” Ryn prompted.

“Yeah long story short: he thinks I betrayed our friend, but I didn’t. I don’t have many ways to prove it. Stinky situation.”

“Then even more reason to do the concert! This event is the perfect opportunity to reconcile.”

“I can host the concert under my name.” Ryn paused to consider the other option. “Or perhaps Countess Monet would be a better choice? House Monet is respected in Caesonia, and her compassion and altruism are well-known. I am fairly certain she would be interested in contributing to the charity event. Her involvement might attract a wider audience.”

Enthusiastically, he added, “We can even invite our musically inclined friends to perform with us! You’d be supporting your brother in his endeavors, helping a good cause, spending time with friends, potentially making new ones, and your parents can watch you play!”

“You’re… You’re just full of GREAT ideas!” Anastasia exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with genuine excitement. The idea of being involved in something directly infused her with a revitalizing energy she hadn't experienced in quite some time. “How about the two of us work together to make this happen?” She suggested eagerly, ” It’s your idea and I’d love to help. I can ask around and I think asking Countess Monet to be a part of it would be great too…Maybe we should go ask Callum if he likes our idea!” Her gaze slid over to the table. “It looks like he’s over there actually.”

“Splendid.” Ryn searched the attendees, mentally making note of who might be willing to contribute. “If we’re going to host the concert under Countess Monet’s name, it might be better to ask her now before bringing up her name to your brother.” He tilted his body closer to Princess Anastasia. “And I am sure she would appreciate to hear you tell her that she’s not alone.”

Anastasia smiled. She rose and offered her hand to him, “Let’s make our merry way, my friend!”

Ryn stared at the offered hand with wide eyes before taking it into his and rising to his feet. “Let’s.”