Beyond the Darkness

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

               It was the evening of the dance and Amaya's curtsy had been pronounced presentable and as long as she had a good dancing partner she would manage dancing. She still hoped though that nobody asked her. It had turned out May had not known any Caravian dances so Amaya had had to call on Quinn for help. With all of Quinn's traveling she knew many things, including how to dance. Amaya only assumed that is what normal girls practiced on their spare time.

At the moment May was marching around her nervously. She had been working on Amaya's hair for at least the past hour. Sitting still for so long was already putting Amaya in a grumpy mood and she hadn't even gone to the dance yet. She was not hopeful as to how this night would go.

Once May put the last pin into Amaya's hair, she began dusting Amaya's face with a multitude of powders. May was determined to go all out once she heard that many of the Ladies here were fighting for a chance of marriage with the Prince. She wanted Amaya to be fit to compete for his hand, as if that is what Amaya was really here to do, but no matter what Amaya said she couldn't get the notion out of May's head.

When Amaya's face was fully powdered and her eyes lined, May allowed her to glance in the mirror. The black around her eyes made them look even brighter, her cheeks were rosy as if someone had pinched them in the cold, and her lips were a soft pink. May had actually allowed her to wear her hair down for the dance, braiding a simple waterfall braid around her head and the rest of her thick blonde locks to fall down in perfect curls down her back. She had tucked a white rose, which Amaya did not know where she had procured it, into her hair.

"Now, most of the Ladies there will have their have their hair up but I decided to allow you an exception just for the night. Your hair is very beautiful and does deserve to be shown off," May informed her.

Amaya touched it gently, admiring the rose. "It's beautiful, May, you did a wonderful job."

"Thank you, now let's get you into your dress, it is almost time for you to depart."

Amaya stood up as May scurried over to her wardrobe and pulled out the gold one she had first admired.

"Oh no," Amaya said, backing up slightly, "I cannot wear that one." It was much too beautiful.

"You can and you will. Now put it on," May ordered and Amaya ceased her protests.

She pulled on the dress, the silk felt smooth against her skin. The dress clung to her torso and the skirt flowed out around her. May smoothed it out and then proceeded to place a silver necklace around Amaya's neck.

"You're ready. Now go catch that Prince's eye," May called as she pushed Amaya out the door.

"I hope you remember that I have no intention to marry him," Amaya warned.

"No matter. My advice is to just have a little fun with him," May said and winked at her.

Amaya blushed and began walking down the hall. The closer she got to the ballroom the louder the music and voices were.

She entered the ballroom with little fuss, paused, and searched for Quinn. Luckily, she saw her standing off to the side alone, drinking a glass of wine. Glad for the familiar face amongst the sea of strangers Amaya quickly headed over, pushing through the crowd.