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P.S Derek is Elizabeth's and John's son

Derek's POV

From my perch about the vivacious mass of dancing couples, I spy Lady Earlton amid the crowd. She is an extremely beautiful woman, as she dances, she holds herself with the utmost grace and poise. Her slender neck is bare in comparison to other women's, whose are decked with jewels and ruffles. She is wearing an elegant strapless gown in navy blue and black; the split skirt, accentuating her perfect figure. She wears her ensemble with a demure smile and sparkling eyes, as she converses with her partner.

Even at a young age, as a small child I have seen her about the palace, and have even bumped into to her several times in the vast reaches of the palace property. Even as a child, I remember the glowing looks she received from all the adults, even my own parents. She was the perfect child, a polite and beautiful little girl. At that age, she was also very much a tomboy when she wanted to be, and now she is among some of the only ladies of the court who take part in the hunting activities, she is an avid swordswoman and an extremely skilled archer as I have often heard from the courtiers.

For a second, she suddenly catches my, and I look sharply down in embarrassment, not before catching sight of a slight frown gracing her face. I shake my head; I must have been staring for a while. Anyhow, I haven't had enough time to be bothered with women or any leisure for that matter, what with the war that has barely ended, and the death of my father only five years past. But I am all too aware that my mother cannot remain queen regent for much longer, and it is required of me to be married, at least five days prior to my coronation.

I watch Lady Earlton for a while longer, before my mother urges me to ascend to the dance floor, "At least to converse, if not dance!" she exclaims... I step down from my throne to take part of the first ball since the end of the war, and move to "converse" and make small talk with the ministers and courtiers, mostly about the subsiding threats from Cadoran.

LADY EARLTON'S POV

If the holding of balls were any more than just an excuse to dance and act frivolous, they were about showing the general public, the opulence of the Royal Family. My surroundings give truth to this statement. The vast ballroom is decked with floral arrangements; bouquets of sweet smelling freesia and lavender. Flickering torches burn in their gold ornamented wall brackets, spaced along every metre of the long endless walls, and in the centre, hangs a magnificent chandelier. Waiters weave in and out of the couples who grace the outskirts of the dance floor, holding trays of various cocktails and beverages.

But all the same, I do feel sorry for her highness, Queen Elizabeth, and her son Prince Derek, they are after all only following traditions that have been in use for over a thousand years. Not to mention, their other problems, the Queen who is still mourning the loss of her husband, King John, and has grown weak with her age, and the heartache of losing her beloved husband. With his mother acting as Queen Regent for the past five years, Prince Derek really has no idea of the state of the people in his kingdom. I really do believe that neither of them is to blame.

I can feel a pair of eyes on my back, so as I twirl back around in the arms of Sir Keswick, I manage to catch the intense gaze of the prince. Unfortunately, in this present day and time, it is not to my favour to have the attentions of the prince, although I am sure that it was almost definitely nothing at all. Despite the fact that father had been an extremely well respected man of the court in his time, his lineage could not rival one of the royalty, for he was merely from a family of wealthy aristocrats. A prince would after all be looking out for, and setting his standards to a woman of royal lineage. That is simply the way that things worked, despite the occasional case in history. So for my sake and his, I hope that gaze was nothing more than a passing glance.

Sorry, this is up much later than I expected. Nevertheless, enjoy!

Dusty Phoenix,

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