Hated Ball

Cain couldn't remember the last time he had to dress formal for anything. Although, the last time was probably his wedding, and that was uncomfortable enough as it was. But this, this was pure torture. The entire Guard wore the same uniform. The coats were white, trimmed with gold stitching along the hems. The buttons were gold, along with the holes. The collar was pure gold, and long. The pants were white as well, with gold trimming on the hems. Both hems on the cuff of the coats were trimmed in gold. All in all, Cain felt ridiculous.

Cain sighed deeply and knocked on the door in front of him.

"Who is it?" asked the voice form the other side.

"Your escort." Cain answered.

The door opened. DG stood in front of Cain. Her look of confusion faded when she saw him, "Oh, Cain. I didn't know who was escorting me, so I was a little surprised to have someone knock on my door."

"Are you ready?" Cain asked.

DG shook her head, "Just give me five minutes." She turned back into her room. Cain noticed DG's appearance. She wore a long white dress. The top was a corset, black on top, then white, in a decorated fashion. The skirt of her dress fluttered as she walked to her vanity.

DG's long brown hair was parted in a most unique design. Her hair was up, but still hung down. She had several strands braided and wrapped around the bun. Her hair seemed more curled than usual. Placed in the side of her bun, was a silver clip. The clip was a flower, with dangling rhinestones.

DG sat down at her vanity and grabbed her white shoes. She easily slipped her foot into her shoes and pulled up the straps. She grabbed the second shoe and placed her foot in it. She looked at the vanity and picked up a large necklace.

The necklace itself was big. It started at the middle of DG's neck and reach to her collar brown, minus the length of the drops, hanging off the necklace. The pattern of the necklace, remind Cain of snow. White and unique. There were three main snowflakes on the necklace, one below the other. The third was the lowest, and the middle drop, which hung lower than the others did. The other four drops hung on each side of the middle, evenly hanging against DG's chest.

DG reached behind her head, trying to latch the necklace. When the necklace wouldn't latch, DG tried again. The necklace refused to latch together. DG started to get frustrated.

"Need a hand?" Cain asked.

DG looked at him through the vanity mirror, "Please?"

Cain walked into DG's room. He stepped behind DG and took the two half's of the necklace. He easily latched the two together.

"Thanks Cain." DG said.

"Anytime Princess." Cain replied.

"I'm almost ready." DG stated. She grabbed a pair of silver earrings. The earrings hung loosely, sparkling in the light. They were several inches long, and looked like flowers. DG clipped them in her ears. She picked up to matching bracelets. The bracelets were white, thick, and beautiful. The designs were too unique to explain. DG slid the bracelets onto each wrist.

Finally, DG picked up a tiara, sitting on her vanity. DG placed in on her head carefully. The tiara was small, but bold. It grew bigger as the eyes came to the middle, accenting the main point. It was white, decorated with rhinestones, like everything DG was wearing.

DG stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She sighed deeply, "I guess I'm ready now." She whispered.

Cain looked at DG with concerned eyes. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "You'll do fine DG."

"Somehow, I doubt that." DG replied.

Not that Cain could blame her. The entire court had forced her into considering marriage. Of course, her mother and father tried to delay it as long as possible, but were overruled themselves. DG had been forced to meet suitor after suitor, with the courts hopes that she would accept a marriage proposal.

Tonight however, was worse. The court, having grown tired of DG's rejecting proposals, chose someone for her. The result of that; was DG locking herself in her room and then realizing she had snuck out through her balcony. It took Cain five days to find her; sitting on the porch of his old home.

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TBC

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