Mortal Dilema

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The music is the same as every night, calm, lovely, and blissful. Her gown shines and shimmers just like the one she wore the night before but this one is red, whereas the one she wore yesterday was a beautiful gold. Tonight the deep red dress goes to the floor, the color brings out her long brown hair and bright green eyes making them look unnatural, although, all the dresses made her look unnatural but she blamed it on looking beautiful every time she was in one.

Every night in her mansion (Well, her parent's mansion),  she would host a party with the same people and the same music. First she'll dance with the Duke of Harlem, then have tea with the Lord of Greyson. Later the young prince of Kingshwire, the one who has too many older brothers to give him hope of ever being king, would complement her shoes.

    Every night.

    Young Lady Lennarcia of Sutherland went to the same party in her home every night and although that might seem strange for many, it was normal for her. So what is normal?

Everyones normal is different depending on the person. For one lady it may be normal for her to water her plants at three in the morning before tending to the garden. For another, it may seem insane that she waters the plants at three in the morning and would rather water them at three in the afternoon or another would water them at seven. Normal varies and normal for Lennarica is this party in this home every night.

    She just finishes the dance with Mr.Kingsly, whom she likes to call Mr.Tall when he isn't around due to his huge height of 6 foot 8, towering over her small height of 5 foot 4. After the dance, she checks the large clock in the ballroom and sees it's 11 o'clock sharp. Right on time. Finally.

She lets out a tired sigh and begins walking to the grand doors, not worried that her guests wont find their way out but she sees a man, not much older than her standing in the doorway. His hair is a dark brown and he wears strange clothes she's seen multiple times but doesn't know their origin. No one pays attention to him but she expects that.

Sometimes on her normal night at the party just as she would leave she would see someone. Usually it's a man, sometimes a woman varying from different ages and they wear those strange clothes. Blue or black trousers and strange blouses with dark and light colors all in the same. And what makes it more strange is the women wear the same things, not dresses, but she excepted that a long time ago into her feeling of normalcy.

They usually stand in the doorway or walk inside completely. Being curious and never seeing them before, she would always ask them to dance. She sighs again and walks up to this new man and when he sees her his eyes go wide. This was, as she likes to say, normal.

"Hello, my name is Lady Lennarcia. Would you like to dance? I believe there is one song left." Her voice is sweet, calm, and British.

She holds out her hand to him but the man turns and runs out of the ballroom, yelling something but sounds like he's yelling through water, making the sound dull and muffled.

She continues to walk out but the man is no longer there. She tries not to roll her eyes and she goes to her room. Forgetting about the man, she changes into her nightgown and climbs in her bed to prepare for another party tomorrow.

Always another party tomorrow.

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