"Princess Lillian-Brianne?" The muffled voice of Walter, our butler, passed through my bedroom door. Slowly shuffling, he entered the room and walked towards the grand curtains that had been drawn to a close the previous evening. One swift movement caused the dim room to now be lively and bright, emitting that of grumbling from myself. "Good morning Walter."
He turned on his heel, bowing courteously before bringing forward my silk dressing gown - which hung from the door. I smile, pulling my body from the comfort of my sheets and taking it from his hands. The silk always felt so good first thing in the morning. Pulling it over my shoulders, I watch as Walter places a tray on my desk, "Your majesty, the King requests your presence this morning; once you are properly dressed."
I simply nod, sitting on the edge of the desk as my hand reaches for the toast on the tray. Today was the day my mother and father began planning the ball in which they'd find me a suitable suitor. It was also the day I had come to hate, as I did not believe in having a husband before taking my rightful place on the throne. But no matter how much I pressed the matter, Father would not budge in allowing me to become Queen individually.
A subtle sigh rolled from my lips as I finished the breakfast, waving Walter off so I could change. A simple dress and heels, to look presentable in front of the council. My hair, however, seemed to be having a life of its own. I simply tie it back in a tidy pony-tail, clearing it from my face so I could do my duties without trouble.
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The men that worked for the Royal Court muttered amongst themselves, but fell silent when I entered. Looking around briefly for a moment, my father recognizes my presence. A soft look washes over his face, a small smile tugging at the side of his mouth - despite being a stubborn mule, he was caring and beloved.
I take my place beside him as he begins to speak business, "Now that the Princess has arrived, we can begin talking of the ball that will be held in celebration of her coming of age." Once again, the room filled with discussions. Many ideas were thrown generally towards my father and myself, however it was unclear over the sound of others trying to place their input.
A sigh left my father as well as myself, the room being silenced with an authoritative cough, "As it is Princess Lillian-Brianne's ball, she should be the one to decide it's theme and events." I could feel the soft smile beginning to grow. Yes, I couldn't encourage him to allow me to take the throne alone - but at least he allowed me to give my say in how I'd be suited.
I decided on a masquerade ball, but with elegance. Formal attire with masks, at least then it cannot be compared to my parent's annual parties. I strived to have it here in the palace instead of within the walls of the manor house too, where most festivities were held. It was my ball, and if I have to be partnered with a man that evening; I want to have fun doing it.
