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The heavy wooden doors groaned loudly when making way for the new king, King Thierry, an unreadable man. The ballroom floor went silent, soft murmurs and whispers hung in the air as he entered. Everybody looked up to see the young king, ladies giggling quietly hid behind their fans and the gentlemen tensed behind their masks.
All felt the atmosphere shift.
The guests were dressed in the finest and puffest dresses anyone has ever seen, with intricate animal masks that appeared real, ranging from aquatic creatures to homo sapiens.
“In the honor of King Thaddeus, my father
s abdication due to old age. His announcement was unexpected, causing panic among his people
by the lovely people of Xuzuvalon, a cruel world of vampires, savage animals and creatures that look alien to humans on Earth, but then again, this isn’t Earth. This is Xuzuvalon.
“In the honor of King Thaddeus, the greatest king this kingdom has had in a long time.. We shall not mourn his death, we shall celebrate for a birth of new beginnings and continue our sacred traditions for years to come. On this night, the Council will spread his ashes across this land to keep us safe for generations to come.” King Thierry raised his cup and the people followed suit, raising their as well. “To the First Movers! Ones who made this land and started our great history.” He spoke firmly yet no emotion backed his words but the crowd gave a cheer, feeling the sensation of nationalism fi0ll them to the brim.
As the masquerade party went on, there was one person in particular in which King Thierry had his eyes on. Across the ballroom where the tables of food, drinks and pastries sat, there was a man shoving loads of pastries into a small velvet black bag embossed with an eye-catching golden symbol that he couldn’t quite wrap his head around. The size of the bag never expanded, it seemed endless no matter how many sweets and plates of food he shoved inside. There would be moments when Thierry glanced at the table and saw the man’s arm disappearing inside the bag, eventually after many glances and drifting eyes from important conversations such as giving the right to men to be allowed in the government and so on… Thierry decided to go speak with him.
Okay, Thierry, you got this, it’s just a question out of curiosity, yes, you’re the king now for crying out loud! You have to speak with the people you have to protect, do you not? You can do this! Thierry spoke in his head as he began to approach the tables, attempting to come off in a hurry to stop others from engaging in a conversation with him. He hated having to speak to others unless it was necessary.