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Fantasy Clash of Kingdoms

Neva giggled and hugged her back. "I might look like her, but I'm pretty sure I wont for long. This corset will kill me before the night is over," she said over dramatically as she looked at Kurt's things. "Are they for your beloved?" she asked with a smile.
 
"Ema. It's just me. I only want to help," she said softly. "And besides, you can't lie to me," she continued as she watched her sister. "Have you thought any about what you want to do?"
 
Neva shook her head. "Enough sadness for one night. We're going to have fun right?" she said enthusiasm creeping into her voice.
 
"Yes! We shall dance the night awa y, and never know who with!" Ema lets herself get excited, pushing away the negative thoughts and feelings.
 
Neva giggled and curtsied. "May I accompany you to the ball, Princess Ema," she teased, lowering her voice as far as she could before coughing. "Ok I won't be doing that again," she laughed.
 
Neva continued to giggle, enjoying spending time with her elder sister. "Come on sister," she said smiling brightly. "We have a ball to get to."
 
Landon spent a while in his bath reading finishing up his book. He stayed in the water until his skin was shriveled, and he smelled perfectly. He dried off carefully, and lightly, making sure not miss a spot. The silk would not appreciate being wet. He soon exited the wash room and into his chambers. There he put on his undergarments by himself, before calling in a servant. He could do that much at least. He slipped on his doublet

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, and had his servant attach the sleeves of the same design to it. It fit him well, or he fit it well to say, as his body filled out the silk clothing. The sleeves were slim to his arms. There was no need for the puff as the design was bright enough. With this he put on black trousers that tucked into his calf high leather boots, which were cross laced up. Now the part he left to the servant - his hair. Even though he could not do it himself, he was very particular. After a couple minutes it ended up looking something like this.
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Lastly he smirked as he picked up his mask. He tied it up himself. Then he paid the servants lightly according to the amount of wok they had done. Only a few pieces of silver, but still paid none the less. He was glad it covered part of face. Maybe he would not end up getting bolted tonight.
 
At just this moment, Kurt entered Princess Ema's room, "Hello there Ema,". he said smiling, until he noticed Neva and his eyes widened. (As it turns out there is wifi here! :D . But I won't be able to get on often.)
 
Neva giggled. "Hello there Kurt," she said smiling brightly at him. "Do I not get a greeting also, or are you just here to pick up your things?"
 
"Pick up what things?" He asked, his face red, "I'm only here to....." He trailed off, giving up. He picked up his things, smiling at Ema, "Are you ready, your majesty?" He asked, smiling.
 
Neva snickered and walked towards the door. She paused by Kurts side and smiled at him sweetly. "I won't say anything provided you keep her happy," she said raising an eyebrow and sending a wink towards her sister. She exited the room quietly and waited outside the door for her sister.
 
Landon walked down masked up. He had a group of other disguised men walk with him through the halls so no one might know who was who. Eventually they reached the magnificent ballroom. This is why it is the capital. There were many nobles, and leaders around all disguised themselves. Landon slipped from the group to go about mingling and hopefully making good relations with all of the people there.
 
Kurt smiled back, "Well, that's good. He said, smiling. "Errr.... Could you turn around for a bit?" He asked awkwardly, gesturing to the clothes.
 
Azura had spent as little time as possible preparing for the ball. She had chosen a much more simple ensemble than everyone else probably would, she cared little for large social gatherings. She was glad that it was a masquerade, it was something more interesting than a regular ball, which Azura personally found very stuffy and uptight. Her maids had helped her get ready, chatting animatedly all the while which helped improve Azura's mood. She found that she was actually a little bit excited, although she doubted that she would actually enjoy herself. Her maids helped her get dressed and fixed her hair, skilled fingers flying through her locks to create the style exactly the way she had described. Just before she left, her maids helped her tie on her mask before fussing with her outfit some more. Finally content with their work, they sent her out the door with happy smiles, telling her to enjoy herself.

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Neva continued to wait patiently for her sister, looking at her reflection in a suit of armor. She hadn't had a chance to look at herself after she'd gotten all dressed up and if she hadn't known any better she'd have thought her mother had been standing nearby. She smoothed down her golden dress, the cream fabric spilling out underneath. The tiara Ema had given her finished off her outfit perfectly, and she had to take a deep breath in order to calm her nerves.
 
Kurt quickly slipped off his clothes, and pulled on the doublet and the mask. "Alright, I think I'm ready," he said, chuckling slightly. "I look absolutely ridiculous," he said, bursting into laughter.
 
Neva knocked on the door and poked her head in. "I think you look handsome," she commented with a bright smile. "Doesn't he Ema?"
 
Ema turns around, her mask now on. When she sees him, she breathes in a little sharper. He looked... regal. "Not in the slightest, Lord McBriar." The last bit of her sentance has a bit of a teasing note to it. Stepping closer, she adjusts his maks; it had been a little too far down his nose. "There. Perfection."
 

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