SEVEN YEARS AGO,
It was the Feted Gala for the Royal Family of Azarath. This celebration honored the King and Queen, their marriage, duty to the Kingdom, and their children as well.
The bakers were swiftly baking, cracking eggs, adding milk to the mixture, beating the batter, and decorating the hot cakes with mellow frosting. The chefs cooked efficiently, prepping every plate that was to be served at each table.
The musicians prepared their harps, oboes, trumpets, flutes, lyres, drums, and their cymbals. The sanitary workers mopped the wooden halls and wiped the stained glass windows so the Sun glistened fully through them.
They made sure every ball of dust was exterminated and that every crack and crevice was glossed and sprinkled with tidiness.
The maidens of the castle spread the tables in luxurious, silk sewn purple and silver tablecloths. Not an area was left dull.
Centerpieces of flowers and exotic, vibrant plants were placed on every table. The chairs were positioned equally from one another. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, statues and pillars lined the walls. The Royal Table was set in front of the Room, and more elevated than the others. And much more grandiose of course.
The guards, uniformed and unmovable, stood in front of the castle doors. Swords in their sheaths, hats upon their heads, badges on their jackets, belts across their waists, no man can tell them apart.
Every person was invited to this Gala, from the destitute to the dainty. The horses clopped along the local streets as the carriages began to head to the castle.
The King was girded in a silver belt, a violet silk robe embroidered in gold thread, wide leather cuffs on his sleeves, leather boots,
and a golden crown on his head, along with a silver scepter at hand. King Thomas had red hair, freckles dotted on the bridge of his nose, and green eyes. His build was healthy and fit for a queen. Outgoing, caring, and kind was in his nature. He always put others before himself.
His Queen, Alexandra, wore a long sleeved gown of silver silk. Pearls lined her neck, and diamonds dotted her elegant wardrobe. The gown had a massive train attached to it that flowed majestically with her every step.
Her black locks were curled gracefully past her shoulders. A glamorous tiara combined with well-cut diamonds ornamented her style. Her sapphire eyes electrified when she smiled. Her fair skin was free of blemish or flaw. Queen Alexandra was passive and passionate to all of those around her.
Prince Richard I and Prince Raymond I were dressed alike. In purple jackets with a silver collar and silver shoulder accents, and violet pants... they make quite the impression. Black shoes waxed and fashioned to perfection covered their feet.
To correlate with the family theme, they sported a silver sash across their shoulder. Richard at this time, is twelve years old. Raymond is ten.
Prince Richard and Prince Raymond share the same personality and physical attributes. Both are comical and foolish in their ways. They can be reckless at times or forget the manners their parents instilled in them. Nonetheless, they are just kids. The duo share their fathers red hair, creamy skin, freckles, and emerald irises.
And now to our Princess, last but certainly not least, the Princess of Azarath... Rachel. Princess Rachel, dressed in a silver gown just like her mother. Silver silk all the same, with an amethyst necklace, and a purple flower placed in her inky strands. Her skin was milky just like her family's and she had her mother's azure eyes.
Princess Rachel was a tranquil and often bashful eight year old. Though she can be awfully quiet, she always enjoyed a good laugh or to play games with her brothers.
An hour before the dusk bell rings, the Royal Family are sprucing themselves up. Fixing the last of the hairdos and completing the outfit.
"Honey, doesn't Rachel look absolutely marvelous?" Queen Alexandra stood behind her daughter in the mirror.
"Yes she does, she's Daddy's little Princess. Rachel mirrors you so much, I could swear you're twins!" King Thomas smiled at the sight of his child.
"And... here you go darling, perfect." Queen Alexandra finished styling the Princess' hair.
"Thank you Mama, Dada's right. I do look just like you." Rachel beamed widely.
"Except you're more beautiful."
Queen Alexandra kissed Rachel's cheek.
"Mama, do you think they will have chocolate biscuit cake for dessert tonight?" the girl's Azarathian accent was strong.
"I'll make sure to tell the servers to add that to your course Princess."
"RICHARD, RAYMOND, PUT THE SLACKS DOWN! AND STOP BEING SUCH RASCALS!" King Thomas yelled as the ruckus erupted.
"Mama?"
"Yes Rachel?"
"Do you think tonight will be... Nice?" the Princess interrogated.
"Of course gorgeous. It will be a night we will never forget." the Queen established.
And so the Queen predicted... Such came to pass...