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by RIFTKIN MCBANE » Sat Jun 21, 2014 5:13 pm
Alek had been informed of the ball and had set out. He hated leaving his sister alone but he knew what he had to for his country. As he road along down the road seeing the other royals start to fall in he noticed one who seemed to stand out. He looked nothing like a royal, rather like a rough neck or fighter. He smirked as he road up alongside him. His white stallion not too fond of the 'brawlers black steed' He kept him in line though. "Someone might just mistake you for a servant dressed like that." He said with a smirk. The only thing that might have gave him away as the Prince of Ireland was the crest that was hanging around his neck engraved in a solid gold pendant. Alek looked to those around them but said nothing just yet.
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by ShizukaMi » Sun Jun 22, 2014 3:20 am
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Kasimira stepped out of her black carriage, the white horses braying. She looked out upon the Italian Royal Palace, and sniffed. "Amateurs, our castle is much more extravagent." Kasimira started walking up the steps, looking for the Grand Ballroom.
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