It was finally the day of the ball.
Everyone in the Viremont house was busy, so busy that one would think they were the ones hosting, and not the royal family.
Servants moved in and out of rooms with urgency, voices echoing through the halls, fabrics rustling, doors opening and closing.
The entire manor felt alive, shifting around the preparations of its most important members.
No, it was because each important member of the house.
Aster.
Hyacinthe.
Lilior.
And of course, the gem among the field of flowers, Amethiel.
Contrary to popular belief that men don't like getting ready for balls, and it was only the women who made a fuss, that was only true for the stupid male population who didn't know how to dress up.
'Truly unfortunate creatures,' Amethiel thought idly as he sat still, allowing the servants to work around him.
