DeerInYourHeadlights wrote: The fire I began
Is burning me alive.
But I know better than
to leave and let it die
Serena Alice Jones
Eldest Princess - 18 - Elyadon
Serena smiled softly as her sibling entered the room. She quickly finished the grape she was eating. "Goodmorning, Nick." she replied. The girl listened to her brother and nodded at the end. "Yes. I'm quite nervous, honestly." she admitted. "But that's only because I am a terrible dancer. I won't be sure if I will see the Eldest Prince of Avalon. It's a masquerade dance after all..." Serena seemed to drift off into thoughts, Nick's words let her think. "It is normal to be nervous, I guess." she replied, her gaze fixing on the dark blue ball gown which laid on the other side of her room.
Nickolas Nathaniel Jonathon Charles ~ Prince ~ Elyadon ~ Age 15
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~Born when the first star appeared in the night sky,
This boy will never lie.
And no matter how they try,
This curse will not die.~
~But when he turns eighteen,
It has been foreseen,
That the curse will be lifted,
And he will be one of the gifted.~
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Nick nodded and smiled at Serena. She look distractedly at her gown. "It's beautiful," said Nick, "The gown. You'll be the center of attention, you and Arabella and Roxanne. Come on, you should be getting ready. I'll call in a maid for you." Nick smiled at Serena and walked out the room. He saw a maid carrying an empty tray and told her, "Please tell Victoria Lacy to go and help Princess Serena with her dress. We will be travelling to Avalon soon."
Nick walked back to his bedroom and got dressed himself. Although he did have servants who were supposed to help him, Nick didn't really like having so many people helping, he preferred just doing these simple things by himself. He grabbed his mask and a bag of his clothes, he'll change into the clothes set out for him for the Harvest Dance later, when they arrived at Avalon palace. He polished off his breakfast and went to his music lesson.
Music was basically the center of Nick's personality. It shaped him and moulded him into what he was today. To be honest, Nick really didn't need music lessons, the professor simply gave him harder pieces to practice and was there to point out certain spots in which he should use more vibrato, on the cello, or more dynamics and emotions. Nick sat down on the piano seat, his long fingers settling on the keys, as if they belonged, and he played. The music flowed out of him, he closed his eyes, he had been practicing for quite a while, it was not needed of him to continue with this piece, but he enjoyed it, it was a piece that allowed him to calm down and forget all his worries. When he finished, he sighed contentedly and started the next piece, and then the next, the professor pointing out a few tips every now and then. The hours flew past quickly, even after the professor left, he continued until noon. Then he picked up his bag of clothes and went to his awaiting carriage. Tristan hopped in and sat, waiting for everyone to settle in. He drummed his fingers against his knee, closed his eyes and started humming a tune.
