The letter arrived on a black gemstone salver, served by one of the Disdarious Knights who was armored in black from head to toe. The Knight had stormed into the stateroom of the Iraenao Palace where the King and Queen were with their distinguished guest who was visiting for the week. He was followed by one of the maids who had stayed at the entrance of the stateroom and watched in fear as the Knight made his way across the busy room that stopped in horror and to the King and Queen.
King Augustus Mavis Iraenao was the first one to rise from his posh navy blue-colored throne. His heart pounded as the Knight came closer and his reddened nose flared. In one fair motion, the Knight kneeled down and presented the letter in his left hand as right went over his heart.
With a deep, bellowing voice, he announced, “From Her Imperial Majesty!”
Murmurs erupted from the crowd as King Augustus swallowed, straightening his back. He stepped over to the knight and with quivering old hands, picked up the letter that was perfectly est on the black platter. The crisp white letter was sealed in blood with the Disdarious insignia; a butterfly.
He cleared his throat, “Thank you, you may go.” His jade eyes lifted from the Knight and to the guest, “As may all of you!”
Quickly the Knight lifted to his feet and left just as fast as he arrived. Tension began to build in the room as one by one the guest left muttering amongst themselves. There are only two reasons the Empress sends out a letter. It is either a letter of death or happiness.
When there was no one else, King Augustus plopped back on his throne and whipped his hand across his sweaty forehead that mixed with his greyish blue hair. He was the oldest one out of all the Kings in the Empire
Queen Kylie Alden, a woman ten years younger than King Augustus who had a reputation for being the fairest of them all, extended her hand to him, setting it on the golden armrest, “What is this about dear?”
His eyes shifted to her Alice blues that contrasted with her pale color that was styled in a milkmaid braid. She wore a traditional closed body gown dyed in sapphire dust and gold with a golden choker wrapped around her neck.
“I do not know.” King Augustus shook his head, “But we will find out.”
He tossed the letter forward and watched intently as it floated to the middle of the room and land. Within seconds, the letter burst open with black sand that formed into the silhouette of Empress Raine who stood in a long gown with the wicked crown on her head.
“Good day King Augustus and Queen Kylie,” The silhouette spoke, “I apologize for any intrusions I may have caused but this is urgent.” the empty eyes of the sand figure paused, looking at the two, “It has come to my attention that it is the season for change and for that, a party is called for. In the Month of Dreams, Day 11, I will be holding a Masquerade Ball within the Disdarious Palace. The Iraenao Royal Family is hereby cordially invited to be my humble guest.” Slowly the silhouette bowed, “Please see to it that you are wearing proper attire and that Prince is aware of his attendance. Have a wonderful day.”
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