Princess Tara sat at her vanity in her chambers, combing her hair. Her thoughts began to drift to how she had banished her sister after Westley announced his intentions to wed her and make her his queen. It had been about two months since that day, and she hadn't heard anything on her sister's whereabouts. To be totally honest, she really didn't care, either. Sure, maybe it had been petty and spiteful to an outsider's point of view. But from her perspective, Ashkay stood in her way of claiming her rightful place on the throne, just as she had with everything else in their lives.
She could have had her executed if she wished, blood ties be damned! But, perhaps at least subconsciously, she had decided on banishment instead as a small form of mercy. She pushed the thought from her head as Prince Westley entered. "Are you ready for the Ball, My dear?" Tara stood and faced her prince. "How do I look?"
"As dazzling as ever, My Queen."
Tara kissed Westley and giggled. "I'm not your queen yet, at least not for another week." "Westley Smiled "Even so, I think i should get used to addressing you as such. Shall we great our guests?" The royal couple went hand in hand to the palace ballroom to begin the party. Nobles and commoners alike had been invited from all across Anthronia to partake in the celebration of the Princess's engagement.
A couple hours into the festivities, the doors to the ballroom opened and in stepped a troupe of troubadours, who proceeded to play a joyous fanfare as a crier announced "Presenting her most noble excellency...Lady Aurorabelle, Duchess of Thrain!" Several of the guest's jaws hung open as a feline with snow white fur and golden hair with shimmering crystal blue eyes entered, dressed in a gown that seemed to sparkle like the night sky. She kept half her face hidden behind a fan, and strode with grace and purpose to the center of the room.
She faced the royal couple and courtsied. Tara looked over to her betrothed and her blood began to boil as she saw the look of entrancement in his eyes. "Your royal highnesses." The newcomer said "I would be ever so honored to have a dance with our soon to be new king, if I may?"
Tara was about to object, but before she could say anything, Westley was already on his feet and heading towards the "Duchess". As they proceeded to waltz together in the center of the room, with practically half the kingdom watching, Tara felt her fury rising with every step they took. Ashley, who was of course, the assumed duchess couldn't help but inwardly grin to herself as she saw her sister's face. Just wait, she thought, before the week is out, I will have seduced Westley out from under your nose and the throne will be mine. Then, pray the gods have mercy on you, because I certainly won't!
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