~The snow falls and covers the sins of other with white, giving them another chance at life. ~
It was a cold winter day in England. The snow covered the land with blankets of the soft white precipitation. Among the crowd of busy nobles and middle-class people shopping for the holidays, was a peculiar girl not older than 16. Her hair and skin color color rivaled that of the snow. But her piercing yet soft honey brown eyes and blood red lips contradicted that.
Her long, lacy black dress clung to her body, hugging at all the right curves. One might ask, "Now why is a girl like her out in the cold winter weather?" Simple. She was getting her 5th book published. You see, this wasn't an ordinary girl. At the age of 7, her parents passed away with a gruesome death that should never be spoken of again. From that experience, she had written a novel. The book had become so popular within Great Britain and many other parts of Europe, she had gained a respective amount of money and had brought fame onto the Junsuina household.
Now, one might think that this girl was content. She had all the money to last her a lifetime. She was respected by many other important families. She was the Mistress of the Junsuina residence. But the truth was, this girl smiled but she wasn't happy. She laughed but she didn't find it funny. She talked, but it didn't mean anything. She was up, but she wasn't really awake. She was asleep, but she didn't really rest. She was alive, but she wasn't really living.
Said girl was rotting. Decaying mentally in the hell of solitude. She had yet to experience the term 'love' or 'friend'. Her parents didn't pay much attention to her in the first place when they were still alive. And now she was surrounded by greedy bastards who only wanted to steal her hard earned cash. Thanks to those traumatizing experiences, she has isolated herself in her own world of nonsense. Of course though, she keeps her feet planted on the ground when her heads floating in the clouds to be able to snap back into the of reality when necessary. Anyways, she walked gracefully to the publishers shop, clutching her copy tightly in her hands. 'Oh dear, I hope it's doesn't start snowing heavily…' she thought arriving to her destination. After hours of signing documents and contracts, she finally said her good byes.
Upon arriving back at her mansion, her maid immediately started preparing her Earl Grey tea with a dash of honey to warm her up.
"How did it go, Lady Junsuina?" asked her butler.
"Very well, thank you." she said in her usual monotone voice. Her butler bowed, and left her in the office.
"Your tea is ready, my lady." the maid replied, setting the liquid on the desk. "You also received an invitation to the Queen's winter ball."
"Ah, I see. Thank you, you are dismissed." the mistress replied, taking the white sealed envelope. 'Hn. A ball? I guess I have no choice but to attend… I surely don't want to reject an invitation from the Queen herself…' the teen thought, opening the message.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
I am exited to inform you that the annual winter ball will be held this Friday at noon. I would appreciate it if you all could join us in this marvelous event. Please, don't feel obligated just because I am the Queen. Come at your will, and enjoy yourself. Hope to see you there.
~Queen Victoria
'Friday at noon? That is only three days away… I must prepare then. Let's see, first I must search for a gown… So troublesome… but this might liven up my life a bit.' sighed the female Earl, drinking her warm beverage.