Literature
A Royal Ball
Exactly on the hour, the huge clock chimed 9 times, a deep booming sound that reverberated through the noise and chatter of the party but did nothing to quell the ongoing festivities.
Prince Oraed sighed and glanced around the crowded ballroom, a deep furrow of discontent drawing his brows together, though he was careful to slacken his expression when he realised he had made one of the poor serving girls jump slightly. Flashing her a small, apologetic smile, he resumed his inspection of the room and it's merry participants, wondering if he had somehow managed to miss the face he most wished to see.
But no. In the sea of bright colours and d