Volent shifts himself on his throne, prepared at the far innermost of the hall, as his eyes roam around his well-prepared room just for the occasion. Velvet curtains with lines of gold and silver running through its seams hovers tall windows that left nothing between the connection of the ceiling and the floor except for the allowance above, a few feet to cover sun's rays for any afternoon gatherings. Windows are fully polished and curtains tied at the sides with golden cloths cut in thinner sides, exposing nature through the wiped-clean glasses. The moon steadily shines among all stars and few clouds, not thick enough to cover anything behind it, flew by with the wind. It was a fair weather - perfect for a night of celebration - a night where everyone could enjoy a toast for the newly appointed soldiers that will be a part of their stronghold against their enemy.Setting: wrote:Subjects: Soldiers and Staff
Guests: All Noble Houses and related personnel
Other People: Staff to assist guests
Weather: Fine clear starry sky, moon a few days early to become full
Where: The Castle Ballroom
The staff of the castle has even prepared as far as drinks - just light and cocktails for he doesn't want to have his men to be drowned in alcohol unless something comes up. He's a ware that their boundaries are still far in the east but nothing is wrong with being sure about their stand. After all, the demons created the gate out of nowhere and his castle grounds can also be that nowhere anytime as they will. Finger foods, a cake meant for a wedding in size is also displayed in one of their long tables that surrounds the whole room. A small ensemble playing different genre of music to match the mood and happenings, and a wide dance floor for anyone who wants to steal some time for the spotlight. If it's a ball, there should be some dancing that will happen and he doubts his new men in the military wouldn't think about that.
The King had personally invited the Five Noble Houses and those who are a part of their kin to witness this grand occasion. For the sake of formality, their representatives are standing along his sides. As far as he could see from his left, it seems that the House of Cruciane, the head and his wife is around, together with a few - two - no, three crafters, still with their identities covered only they decided to trash those boring gray and white robes and got themselves some green silk with swirling decorations that almost spanning the back of their robes and their hoods. Golden lines trailed the ends of their clothing and their inner garments also screamed like they were ready for the said event. It wasn't a usual sight for him for he knew the faces that are directly related to the Noble Houses only that there is a need to conceal their identity.
Together with the bunch of The House of Cruciane was The House of Fredeliz, flocking over each other. The head and his daughter who is said to be a temporary heir until they have given birth to a son. Although the houses are free to offer their daughters as their next leader, Fredeliz refuses to endanger their female genes with the risks of their experiments and heavier burdens. But with how Leandro's wife's health situation is after the birth of their six-year old daughter, the King doubts that there could be a son next or any other children that could follow their oldest. Aside from the two important figures from Fredeliz, they have another female who happens to be watching out for the daughter and two other figures who both wears glasses. Their black bags were properly put down to the floor, as near to them as possible. The King thinks that they contain any special or important files and materials that they might need during their own conversation which might happen later on or on later days. But as the house would often believe that being ready is better than having nothing.
To his right, the familiar faces of the head of the Houses of Equiste, Amedea and Alexandria are lined up together with their escorts. And some related personnel properly primed behind them, cussing their way to pass the time of waiting for this whole ordeal to start.
Knowing how their anxiety is piling up now, he finally decided to do his opening speech - like how he would start every gathering that happens within the castle at his presence. The musicians stopped at his sudden move and so did the chattering, killing the whole room into total silence. He likes how everyone would respect him by being silent. At his age now, he has gotten too used to it that it's becoming normal. But before, for the first few balls he had gotten himself after being crowned at the age of twenty-one, the silence at his actions was deafening that it would sometimes make him hesitate to speak or move even an inch. The attention towards him, the prying eyes, the whispers around him made him feel heavy and anxious and became conscious of his own actions in public. But now it's different. He sees their silence as his power. He is King after all. If not by ability but by rights and by words, he is the most powerful within Altrus.
The soldiers, properly dressed and lined up in a reserved distance from his post, kneel if not in unison but at almost the same time, folding one leg and bowed their heads upon his stand. Delighted at the sight, his lips curved. His new men and power are in front of him, ready to serve this continent as far as their abilities goes. Nothing more can honor what they have built to be mankind's last stand against their enemy.
He coughed out two times, his aged throat hindering his voice. His thoughts materializes in his head piece by piece, continue to flow and his mouth followed along.
"Good evening, my dear citizens. It sure is a sad thing that not all of you were able to stand in this hall but let us all recall what we have decided when we first entered this life-threatening ordeal and what we have learned along the way and not to loose sight of our goal. But," He paused, taking another round to look around him, "for tonight, we are here for a feast of delight! An evening where we don't have to think of goals and aims but just what we see, hear and feel within these walls. Please be at ease and enjoy yourselves! We have prepared what we could to welcome everyone."
As his words trailed a last echo at each corners of the walls, he extended both of his arms, cape fluttering behind him, exposing the regal decorations on his special attire for the night and medals and pins that shone almost like the stars in the sky.
"Let the ball begin!" He bellowed with glee.
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