All is Fair in
Love and War
Chapter:
Seven
Masked Ball
Part Two
Day quickly swept by and night soon fell on
to the two rival kingdoms. The silver
moon and stars replaced the bright sun of the day. Prince Touya stood onto his bedroom balcony enjoying the pale
bright light of the moon. He always
seemed to have preferred the nighttime to day ever since he was a small, light
boy. It stroke him funny that Sakura
often felt the same way he did about the moon, even thought her guardian's
power was from the sun. But in the end
she was a child of daylight, so full of sun light bright aurora. His on the order hand, was a beautiful and
pale as the soft moonlight.
"Touya," a soft heavenly soft called by his
side. A small smile appeared on his
face when he heard his name.
Without turning he soft whispered, "Hello
Mother."
When he finally did turned he saw an image
that he was happy to see. A divine
figure appeared before him. The woman
before was an angel, even when she was alive. It was his mother, the Queen. He
long waving dark hair flowed to her waist and the dove like wings shown behind
her gave of the look that would symbolize purity and light. At times, he wished Sakura would be able o
see her, but he knew only he had that kind of magic like Sakura's magic
centered around the Clow Cards.
"Tonight is the ball and you look very
handsome," the angel spoke.
Prince Touya smiled lightly at his mother's
sweet nature. He was in a midnight blue
suit jacket with a median size diamond as his brooch and the base of the
neck. His silver cuffs gave him an
appealing look. His pants were white
with brown knee-high boots. His hands were covered with white gloves. His cape was as dark blue, as his jacket,
with silver trimming at the bottom. He
held his blue and silver mask in his hands and his lend back on the side of the
balcony.
As he began to talk there was a knock at
his bedroom door. His mother smiled and
said goodbye while Touya bowed as a sigh of respect.
"Prince Touya, are you there?" a servant
girl asked.
"Yes, you may come in," Touya said.
She slowly opened the door to see him
walking from the balcony to the mirror in his room.
"Beg your pardon, I came to see if you were
in need of assistance," the young servant girl said as she bowed her head, when
she looked up she saw Touya placing the mask above his eyes.
"No, but thank you. Is there any message from my father?" he
asked.
"Yes, he wishes to see you before the ball
in the royal meeting room. Will that be
all Prince Touya?" she asked politely.
"Yes, thank you," Touya smiled causing the
girl to lightly blush. She walk out and
let out a sigh. She wished him the best
of luck in the ball for like Sakura everyone liked Touya.
Back inside of Touya's bedroom, he could
hear the sound on carriages pulling the ball was about to begin. He needed to go see his father.
Sakura heard the carriages from her room as
Tomoyo fixed her hair. She saw the Li
Castle from her mirror. She let out a sigh. She had told Tomoyo everything.
"I know what you are thinking about or
better yet who," Tomoyo said gently.
"Am I that easy to understand," Sakura
said.
"She, but I have known you since we were
infants," she quickly stated.
Lady Tomoyo was dress in a light purple
dress. It was similar to Sakura's. Once she was done, they heard a knock at the
door.
"Come in," Sakura stated.
The door opened and it was Touya.
"Touya?" Sakura asked.
"Yes, it is I," he stated softly. He walked over and hugged her as he did the
same for Tomoyo.
"What is it?" Sakura asked.
"I have just come from a meeting with
father, he wants me to chose a bride at this ball as well," Touya sighed.
"I believe I know how you feel," Sakura
stated.
He put his arms around her shoulders and
say, "Come let's be off."
Once they arrived at the ballroom, they
were taken back at the sight. The
ballroom was showered in peach and cherry blossom petals with beige, pink, and
white ribbons. Lit candles gave the
room and pleasant glow. People in
outfits of all colors were dancing around in circles and enjoying the sound of
the music, which was echoing even in the smallest corner of the room. Smiles graced the faces of the unknown
people who features were carefully hidden behind the masks they wore. Everyone even the king were wearing a masks. Before she could even say a word, a young
gentleman in red and gold outfit surprised her by offered his hand out to
dance. She took his hand and started to
shrill in circles causing her to feel a little faint. She was grateful that the song stopped. As politely as possible she excused herself from her suitor and walked
out to the balcony. She let out a
breath of relief she was out of the ball. The dreadful ball, which she would, chose a husband. She placed her head in her hands. She let out a sigh and said, "I just want
this night to be over."
"Already, but I haven't asked you to dance,
my princess," a smooth voice called from the doorway. She spun around to see a young gentleman standing there. She didn't even understand why she was
blushing under his gaze. He was
handsome even with the mask on. He had
a white outfit with gold and green trimmings. The light brown knee-high boots were a nice touch. If she didn't brother, she would have
believed he was an angel.
"You don't know who I am, yet," he teased.
"Close your eyes and concentrate," he continued.
She did as she was told, not evening
knowing why she was obeying. She
quickly smiled and opened her eyes.
"How did you get in? How did you find with all of this people
her?" Sakura asked.
He smiled and said," I had some help, like
Kero. As for your second question," he said
as he got closer and extended his hand. She quickly took it and found herself only inches away from his
face. She blush a deep red as he continued
to look at her.
"I could find you anywhere," he said as he
pulled her in the call and started dancing. They danced slowly in circles and gazed
into each other's eyes causing the world around them to slowly disappear.
"Excuse me, everyone," a voice boomed over
the crowd causing them to stop.
Author's
Note: Sorry for taking so long to
update this chapter. I hope you liked
it.
