Worthy Of Love | Edmund Pevensie

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ACT TWO; SCENE THREE —
THE BALL

TODAY WAS THE DAY both Dolores had Lucy had been feeling more than impatient for — it was the day of the ball. Only a week ago had they brought the suggestion up to the other Pevensie's and now in just a couple of hours it was set to take place. In all honesty, Dolores had no idea as to who was and who was not going to make an appearance, after all it was Susan who had handwritten all of the invitations. The only thing she was truly aware of for certain was that important people were bound to make their presence known at the dance, Kings and Queens (along with their children if they had any) from the beyond had traveled overseas, delighted to make an arrival.

Before the ball actually makes itself known and begins, the children's dearly beloved friends, Mr Tumnus and the Beavers had set up some sort of 'rehearsal' round for all four of the Pevensie siblings and Dolores Kirke to take part in. For some odd reason they had made it mandatory for this to happen with every ball they made an appearance in, no matter how much the children would beg not to or plead for this to not go ahead, both Mr Tumnus and the Beavers would always ignore it and force them to do it anyways.

It was sort of like a dress rehearsal, as if you were soon to take part in a play of some kind. Yet instead of the acting they would often get taught on how to dance in the proper manner, how to converse in an appropriate way with their guests, and for the girls, how to act more 'lady like' and polite around their people.

In reality it was just a bunch of rubbish considering the children would just act like how they should at an age like theirs anyways, like children, well apart from Susan. She preferred to stay more casual and act as if she was an adult in most situations for hopes to please whoever she was speaking to. But even then the remainder of them only acted childish when they knew it was appropriate, they were well aware that there was a time and place for silliness.

Mrs Beaver had suggested to all five of them that it would be most suitable to wear the gown or suit they shall be wearing at the real thing, you know, to get them use to the feeling of having to dance in such clothing. She had made it clear that it was apparently optional yet neither one of them were fooled by such words and knew that in reality, it was actually a requirement.

The Kings and Queens would often practice their grand entrances before attending a ball. It was all about making a regal and memorable impression. They wanted to make sure they looked confident and graceful as they entered the ballroom, almost as if it was like a performance. Despite the children practically crying to not take part in such an activity, they actually found that the more times they do this the more they actually seek some sort of fun in it — so they admit it wasn't all bad.

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Though, now they had gotten that out of the way it was time for the real thing. The practicing was long gone and now they were actually set to make their grand entrance. Stress. Nerves. Worry. Panic.

Night was drawing with it currently being nine o'clock, meaning they no longer had time to spare to prepare themselves for later on in the night. Dolores was stood side by side with Edmund outside of the doors awaiting their time to enter. Both Peter and Susan were situated beside one another as well, whereas Lucy was positioned alone at the front of the group.

Every one of them had their best attire on — Dolores was wearing a beautiful, flowing dress in a rich shade of purple. It's made of luxurious fabric, like satin or silk, which allows it to shimmer in the light. The gown has a fitted bodice with intricate beading or embroidery, and a full skirt that cascades to the floor. The dress fits her perfectly, accentuating her figure. The color complements her complexion, making her look radiant, and the skirt flows elegantly as she moves, creating a mesmerizing effect.