She came down the stairs, her feet not visible from under her dress. A blue dress so beautiful it looked like the fabric it self came from the midnight sky.
She hated that dress.
It was such a nuisance. It was so itchy and she could hardly walk in it.
As her hand lightly brushed the railing she came to a stop at the bottom step. She looked around the room through thick black lashes and bangs. Everyone was watching her. Lords and ladies alike all dressed in fine clothing and expensive jewelry. It was a grand
Party and she was the star.
A young man no older than her bowed and extended his hand for her to take. His tanned skin looked almost burned compared to her pale skin which was an unusual trait for someone who lived so far south. He walked her over to the far end of the table and sat her next to her parents. Even though both their heads were graying it was easy to see that they were not really her parents. Their eyes were a dull green while hers were a brilliant violet.
The same young man who had seated her earlier was slowly inching closer to her looking at his feet.
"E-excuse me ma'am," He said blushing like mad, "w-would you ca-care to dance?" Knowing what was expected of her was not a comfort, but she put on the most sweat smile she could muster and said "Of course."
Later that night after about three hours of dancing, it was time to open presents. So far she had gotten a large assortment of jewelry and dresses and a bunch of other goodies, and to each she put on a smile and thanked them.
An odd man dressed in black and silver walked up. It was not the finest thing she had seen but accepted his present, wrapped in brown and opened it.