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the Ball

[personal profile] faebysitting 2024-04-16 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
This job was going to be simple. It must be carried out without a single flaw, without a single second of hesitation.

With a plan in mind, the former general set out for a specific Kingdom, at the behest of Her Majesty. It certainly wasn't his place to take orders anymore, but.... For his sake, for the sake of Briar Valley, Lilia couldn't stand idly by and allow fate to have her way. Once again, he would be involved in the political affairs of his homeland, despite everything.

The first step to this terrible plan... was to make his move at the Masquerade Ball that the Hunt family was putting on. To make the first move would mean getting close to one specific boy.

A mask rests upon his face, obscuring some of his more masculine features as his long black and red bi-colored hair falls around him. The dress he wears leaving little to the imagination regarding his small form. Even so, the dagger strapped to his thigh was concealed easily, hidden under the excess fabric. He moves through the crowd, appearing lost, eyes scanning the crowd. For who, it's hard to tell -- truly, it's a ruse, a feint, to pretend to be just a helpless girl, unable to find a single soul who she recognized or felt comfortable around.

This ruse brings him to his Mark.

With a panicked look, eyes continuing to dart around, he makes sure to pretend to trip up, falling against a certain man. His gloves hands quickly press against the taller man, his face flushing under that mask of his as he turns his gaze up.

"O-- Oh my... I'm so so sorry, I wasn't able to watch where I was going, and--"
The play begins, with this one act.
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