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Every story must start somewhere, but this story it starts many years ago, before the kingdom had fallen, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
This particular story begins with the queen's annual winter ball, a new theme every year. This year’s theme was masquerade, she presumed it was time for everyone to know nothing about those surrounding themselves.
Though she mostly chose the theme in hopes her son prince Jude would find a suitable wife that would rule with him once he was crowned on his nineteenth birthday.
She wanted extravagance, luminous, and luxury that was what she expected everyone to say about this ball nothing less and much more.
When it came down to preparing everything of course, she was stressed her son, and the king were of no help they gave no opinion of an of the decorations she showed them.
Once the invitations went out reality set in. Emmaline’s main focus was her upcoming ball, she made sure that she invited the right people. She had to make it her best ball yet before her son took the throne.
Day after day she spent preparing every detail, making sure the maids cleaned every square inch of the ballroom, having the servants bring the tables and chairs in, dusting everything down making the room shimmer, clearing a space for the musicians, opening the curtains.
She had to call the tailors in for a gown and suit fitting for herself, the king, and lastly her son. They of course couldn’t be bothered with new suit’s simply stating they’d wear an old one, but she refused stating that one, especially a Royal should never wear an old suit to a ball, yet alone her ball.
Once they were done with their measurements, she told them what fabrics and colors to use, and they showed her the designs and then left once approved.
She went down her checklist.
Décor, check
Furniture, check
Gown, check
Suits, double check
Food…
Musicians…
Emmaline only had a few days to search for a chef, and musicians… she knew it wouldn’t be an issue because she was the queen of Deontae, but it still didn’t help with her stress.
Eventually she did get the chefs and the musicians, which led her back to her check list,
Décor, check
Furniture, check
Gown, check
Suits, double check
Chefs, check
Musicians, check
All that was left was her gown and the suits to be picked up from the tailors, and of course the actual ball itself, but seriously we’re getting ahead of ourselves let’s back track to the day the invitations sent out in the Kingdom, shall we?