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"Corana you worry too much nothing bad is going to happen to where you'll need your blades." Said the princess as she pulled up her corset over the dress she had bought a few days before. The girl looked to Corana who simply gave a look that said there's not telling. "Unless there is someone out to kill a noble. There's no one out to kill a noble is there?" She said eyeing her friend for an answer as Corana pulled up her shoes not giving any hint of an answer whatsoever. "Like I'm supposed to know I've been out the loop for more than 5 years now." she snapped at the princess annoyed at the question she obviously asked constantly. "Well you didn't have to say it like that." She murmured just below a whisper sounding hurt. "Yes. Actually I did or you would keep asking me stuff like 'does that person have a mark on their head? How about her oh does he?' all night long and you know it." She explained eyeing her friend her annoyed expression fading as her friend pulled up her gloves while she massaged the dye though her long wavy blond hair turning it a deep rosy red. There was a swift three knocks at the door that got Corona's attention. She quickly headed for the love seat in-between the two mabari hounds. "Who is it?" she chimed grabbing her dagger from underneath the love seat glaring at the door as her friend hurried behind the curtain with her dress halfway undone. "It's me...Open up come on your going to miss the ball!" The oh to familiar voice stated loudly though the door and she opened it she eyed the man in front of her.(still holding the blade firmly in her hand that was behind of curse) His thick black hair and pale blue eyes boring in to hers. She broke eye contact looking over his dark ceremonial attire. He was sensational in armor he constantly wore. He was rarely without it. It matched the tattoo on his cheek that wasn't there at the moment and the henna barely hid the blush that was slowly appearing. Any fool could tell he was attractive, but he wasn't exactly- ugh she mentally groaned as Alisa's pleas whipped her back to reality. "Corana help I'm in need of your assistance." she pleaded. Corana quickly realized it looked like she was staring at him and quickly made her way behind the curtain without a word. The seeing the predicament her friend was in she huffed and began to fix her 'problem'. Hawk cleared his throat to regain his composure but failed "So how much time ladies?" Said a rather frustrated Hawk. "Aren't you supposed to be dancing away some damsel's heart by now?" Corana said sarcastically as her friend giggled "Let me handle getting us dressed. We'll be down soon enough. Dempa will get you when we come." she continued as her mabari looked up from eat the tibia of some poor sod. Her deep forest green eyes almost matching her owner bright yellow-green ones her tan fur lovely and uncharacteristically clean and gleaming at the moment. She continued crunching down on the treat realizing that no one was talking to her. "Well ...okay fine I'll see you down stairs." Hawk said placing the mask atop of his face concealing his feathers from the world as he left closing the door behind him. "How did you get this so tangled Alisa?" Corana demanded getting frustrated with the hopelessly tangled thread that was holding the corset together as her friend gave her an uneasy smile.

~Meanwhile in the princes quarters~

He had just come for Highever a little over 17 minutes ago and had just returned to his room his nerves at an all-time high after vomiting everything he had eaten that day he rinsed out his mouth and washed his face using his own mixture to slick his hair back it was still all orange form the dye he put in his hair. Dye now on his hands he raises them and undresses pacing about looking for his new clothes Corana had made for him. After a quick bath and he looked again for his clothes finding them this time he quickly put his smalls and socks and finally his custom-made boots he looked at himself in the mirror looking at himself with uncertainty.

"It will be fine I'll confess and ask her to stay here in the castle." Said the rather anxious Amir as he paced in his boots and underwear. "Oh Maker. I should have planned this better. No it will be fine if she doesn't return my feeling ...I...I just won't ..." He paused his heart breaking at the very thought of the one he loved so dearly denying him "I won't bother her with my stupid shenanigans' ever again I'll be all business" he said his voice now very low putting on the soft shirt over his bare walked to his end table near his bed grabbing the invitation and his mask tucking the invitation into his smalls as he put the mask on. His mask effectively covering and doleful face and his pessimistic thoughts for the moment. He shakes his head with a sigh pulling on the rest of the fancy garb already realizing that he wouldn't be scratching himself all night. "And if she accepts she will stay here with me and I will find a loop-hole and she will be Ferelden's queen and I will take the throne." He continues voice full of hope as he come to his feet eyeing himself in his mirror fixing his clothing he glances at the sleeping beast in the corner of the room and head for the window and takes a deep breath calming himself and leaps landing on his feet his knees bend but being use to the sensation he doesn't fall as a bone chilling draft blows over him he pulls his enchanted cloak around him for warmth as he circles the castle and heads in looking for his loved one.

~Meanwhile~

Corana eyed herself in her black and green dress with gold and silver ear rings in and gold snake arm band glittering with green eyes. She has a face distraught at the site of herself realizing how delicate she looked. She had lost muscle and that scared Corana more than she would dare show. Alisa catching this "What is wrong? Is it dirty? Is a tattoo showing? What is it?" Alisa questioned anxiously "I've lost muscle I've gotten weak oh I'm soooooooo training when this is over. Oh shit what if I've gotten slower" she panicked Alisa watched as her friend continued to panic and stress herself out over her appearance and skills 'and I thought I was self-conscious' she thought as she let out a giggle. Her friend still fretting over her herself before the mirror. Alisa goes to the reassuring her that everything would be fine and tonight's little adventure would go without a hitch but that didn't help Corana still had a bad feeling about this adventure they were to go on during the ball they were supposed to attend.

As he reentered the castle he takes a deep breath and looked around. To see what his new friend Falese and Queen Amell and the others within the staff of the castle had done to the place. It looked extraordinary with the wasps of magic light and the fresh paint job and streamers and crystal chandelier. 'Queen most likely made herself' he though. It did give the room a glow and then there was a lovely smell coming from the kitchen down stairs they had pulled out some of the Amell's famous wine along with the Antivan brandy the nug potato stoup and vegetable soup as well along with half of The kings secret cheese stash. There where tables near the back and people in the balconies eating and people near the kitten at tables eating and drinking away while the floor was still kind full of mingling groups and dancing couples and the bard singing and dancing and of course playing away at their instruments filling the air with joy it's almost suffocates the princes senses. How he hates such events all the falsification made the young prince quiet qualmish. Maybe it was because he knew the secrets to all the fucked up nobles here. Heh but let's focus on the party shall we. He slowly walks in nodding to the guards showing them the invitation that was crammed into his smalls before and was taken to the dance floor by a beautiful maiden in a pale turquoise and lilac color dress her mask was simple and white like many others but with a false black pearl.