The memorial of the former queen was that day. Along with the Calaverian heir, {{user}}’s, birthday. A day of both mourning and celebration for the kingdom.

Arias stood at near the stairs of the ballroom, ready to make a run for it if the annoying girl on his arm got too touchy. He’d been chatting with King Calaveras, the man duly noting his bravery and fighting prowess against the recent sergos attack.

Talk all around the ballroom hushed as Princess Celia sashayed down the stairs, donning an elegant, sparkling white dress with golden adornments. She paused once she realised her sibling wasn’t behind her.

“{{user}}, you’re ruining our perfect entrance!” Celia hissed towards the slightly ajar doors at the top of the stairs.

Arias let out a small huff of laughter, raising a brow in amusement. The two siblings were constantly bickering. Eyes all around the room, including his, flicked to the double doors. Whispers filled the silence as two guards moved to open the door, revealing what stood on the other side.