Callias
Callias pulled his suit on, and buttoned it up. He looked at the tall mirror, examining his reflection. He looked ridiculous, or at least that's what he thought. Sighing, he made sure that his pants weren't wrinkled and that his boots were laced up. His parents, the King and Queen, were throwing a ball tonight. Callias knew that they were trying to get him and his brother, Lukas, to find a suitor, but he didn't enjoy being rushed. Besides, none of the ladies around here were his type. They were too... gossipy? Spoiled? They tended to throw themselves at him, something which annoyed Callias greatly. He knew that they wouldn't be leaving him alone at the ball tonight, and so he found himself procrastinating going downstairs to the ballroom. The guests hadn't started to arrive yet, but he didn't want to go down, even though he normally was the first one there, making sure everything was in order. That was something his parents had been getting him to do, and now it had become a habit.
Ilaria
Ilaria slid into her ball gown, and then twirled a little in the mirror. She enjoyed going to parties, looking at all the fancy dresses and suits, and chatting with the guests. She also enjoyed dancing, but hadn't had a man dance with her that she particularly enjoyed the company of. She stepped into her shoes and made sure that her outfit was all in order before sliding on some simple jewellery and heading downstairs. Her and her parents were going to the ball that the King and Queen were hosting, and Ilaria was excited to go. She had only seen the King and Queen a few times, but had never seen the Princes.