City of the Underground

A masquerade for all

Author's note!
Hey everyone!! This has been a hard and long road. Let me be the first to say I have follow through commitments :(

That being said I have seen this story keep getting attention from readers and I've been thinking how rude I have been to withhold this story...in the recesses of my mind.
So..I have decided to keep writing and when I have issues with writers block and such I will apply to you, the readers, to help me get back on track. (A little encouragement never hurt, right??)
The first thing I am going to ask is that you comment! I would really love to hear what you think of the story. The parts that really work and where I need to improve. This information is invaluable and helps keep a small writer like me on track.
If you have been a faithful reader I am so sorry for the long delay, and if your a newer reader. Welcome!
Either way let's make this happen. Comment and like to the best of your abilities and I hope you enjoy.
Side note: these chapters are basically all rough drafts and, should I make it to the end, will be heavily revised.
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Jonathan sat in his chambers dressed in his finest clothes. His father had ordered the tailor up to him earlier to fit his clothes.

"You need to look like a prince, but more importantly act like a prince," his father had said.

The entire frivolity of a ball during the hardship of this time felt silly. He was being presented to be engaged to someone he did not love, and rogues roamed the land while his royal family danced merrily through the night. Jonathan sighed and pulled himself up.

Enough wallowing I suppose, Jonathan thought, I will have to face it all sooner or later.

And with that, he slipped into the gold, white mask that his father had ordered he wear. It was a stark contrasts against his velvet black dress clothes.

He exited to the grand ball room where ladies and lords awaited his arrival. Faces throughout the room were covered in lively, luxurious masks. Simple black half masks pervaded among the men while the women floated past him in ever color he could think of. Purple masks set with a golden decorative design. Red masks as dark as the wine being served to the guests. Green an silver masks that reminded him of a surreal and mystical forest, and ever guest dressed in their finest attire. This ball was the long awaited celebration of a new king and all the aristocracy of the land was present and accounted for.

Jonathan spotted a man in a long velvet green robe and matching mask. He knew it was his father that was coming to meet him.

"Jonathan. My son. You look fit to be prince."

"And you look fit to be king. Maybe it should stay that way."

But King Henry paid little attention to the comment. He was turned away from Jonathan and beckoning a couple to join them.

A tall well dressed man with a light brown, and fairly plain, mask joined them and on his arm was a lady holding a deep blue mask up to her face that accentuated her blue eyes. Her elegant silk gown reached down past her feet and made it appear she was floating on air.

"Lord and lady Adeleron," his father began, "I introduce to you, Jonathan prince of Griffith."

Lord Adeleron bowed and his lady extended her gloved hand.

"So this is our fair prince," Lady Adeleron said as Jonathan kissed her hand. "How lovely to finally meet you."

Her blue eyes flared brightly as moved her mask to peak bare faced at him.

"Now if only we knew what that mask was hiding," she said.

"We all have our secrets," Jonathan replied.