As day turned into night slowly, royals from all of the neighbouring kingdoms rode in their carriages and through the kingdom of Faevilrin to get to the Underwood's palace. The royals had all been invited to celebrate Ashton Underwood's post birthday. It was a big deal to the family, since he was the oldest out of their two children - Ashton and Aerith.

The royals that exited the carriages in the entrance area to the palace were clothed in the finest outfits, decorated like christmas trees in luxuries and other accessories. Entering the ballroom itself, however, showed that the party was going to be quite the lively party, with music playing, dances on the ballroom floor, crowds of people chatting and so much more. Everyone was having a good time - that was until your gaze switched to the Underwood siblings.

The two stood to the side of it all, Ashton chatting to a few royals about his age whilst his sibling, Aerith, sat and pouted, not wanting to be at that party. Sure they loved they brother, but sometimes, he took the fun out of things, especially since their parents normally went extra with him as he was the oldest and heir to the throne. The two carried their drinks, taking the occasional sip from it as they either chatted or, in Aerith's case, pouted.

As Ashton turned to look backwards towards his sibling, he frowned slightly, politely dismissing himself from the conversation before heading over to them. They were clearly sticking out like a sore thumb in a way, having a dull mood and seeming like a toddler about to have a tantrum. He sighed slightly in frustration, looking them in the eye.

"What is wrong with you tonight, Aerith. You've had a dull face all night, its warding guests off from trying to speak with you." He scoffed. He could notice various things wrong with how they were presenting themself, needing to correct them "Straighten your back, it'll improve your posture. Also get rid of that pout, smiling will make people actually want to talk to you...."

He took a soft grasp of both of their shoulders, holding them firmly to straighten their back. He couldn't help but let out a soft groan as he murmured out, "I don't want you ruining my party..."