𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 - DreamNotFound

𝐂𝐡 𝟒 ; 𝐀 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

The preparations for the anticipated masquerade had finally finished. Guests would arrive soon, thus George would have to get ready before they came.

He walked down the enormous hallway. The ceilings were so high he didn't even think a giant could reach that far.

Intriguing paintings of ancient greek myths filled the ceilings. Murals of past rulers filled the walls, one stood out to George however, a painting of the previous King, the King seemed to have goat horns floating above him, and bright yellow eyes. He's read about the guy, he was called 'Schlatt' or something along the lines of that. Not much was written about him, George knows people hated him though, even more than the current King. It was also known that he died of a heart attack, however it was rumored he was murdered by one of the royal jesters who he had a relationship with.

That was just a silly rumor though.

He approached the elegantly engraved wooden door leading into his room, the guards nodded at him, and opened the door so he could be let in. The room was gorgeous, big tall windows covered by beautiful royal blue and golden silk, hardwood furniture engraved with symbols and words, and a blue canopy draped bed, large enough for three people.

A large closet stood in the corner, he had an outfit for the gala laid out in the first spot viewable.

The outfit was royal blue with white laced over with draping sleeves and coat tail. An openinc in the center of the coat allowed for a fluffy tie, the coat was almost see through since it was made of pure lace and was mainoy just there for decoration. George had paired the top part with basic black leggings and knee high brown boots.

He was proud of the outfit he put together by himself for once.

He slipped the outfit on quickly almost tripping while putting on the boots. Finally it was time to place his mushroom themes mask over his eyes, i mean it was a masquerade he couldnt go without a mask.

He was excited for this masquerade, he would get to speak to people from others from other kingdoms, he even invited some of the townspeople who he had met when he snuck out from time to time.

George ran back down the halls and down to the ballroom. The ballroom was the largest room in the palace, it had multiple chandeliers hanging from the cieling with a basic light wood floor. It had a built in miniature bar in a side room as well.

Two thrones sat at the end of the room, a smaller throne in the middle. George didnt plan on sitting there the whole time though, even if his parents wanted him to. Two sets of stairs led to a platform which lead to a balcony, there was marbke railing there since if someone fell off they would most likely perish. Myriads of designs filled the walls, for extraordinary detail to the room.

George jumped with joy as he imagined what would happen at the masquerade, he was excited as a child at a candy store. He checked with the servants to make surd everything was okay and asking if they needed any help, which they denied.

George helped the knights with examining invitations so theyd know which were fake or real, he didnt want any unwanted guests to come, though he didnt mind a few he just didnt want to make the guest list too long.

It would only be half an hour before it began, leaving half an hour for George to calm down before the party.
He decidef it would be best to get a book from the library and go read in the royal garden.

And thatd exactly what he did. He made his way to the library, getting one of the fews books he hadnt already read and made his way to yhe garden. It was peaceful there, George had always enjoyed gardend despite not being able to see most of the colord of the plentiful petals. He was mainly only able to see blue flowers, which made those his favorite.

If George wasnt the prince he would've been a florist, leaving bouquets on peoples' doorsteps for amusement hoping it would make someone's day. Sadly, it wouldnt be able to do that since he had his duties as prince that took up most of his schedule.

He sighed to himself as he thought, picking one of the flowers from a pot on a ledge of a railing and putting it behind his ear.

He had a eerie feeling about the masquerade which made him nervous but he shrugged it off assuming it was just some anxiety and went back to reading.