Thread: The Prince's ball (Candira and HoldTheDoor)

Jordan walked through the large ornate doors that marked the entrance to his ballroom, as he stood atop the dual curved staircases he enjoyed the way everyone stopped what they were doing. In sync every head in the room turned to face him, some bowing their heads in a show of respect, the ladies of the room giving a deep curtsy. To them he wasn't Jordan, he was their Prince. Tonight he looked every bit the Prince that he was, his costume for the masquerade ball clearly designed with the intention of putting all others to shame. He wore the most immaculately taylored light grey suit, paired with a shirt of the lightest purple. He had always felt grey captured the toned and athletic body that he had, clearly showing how broad and defined his chest was without being overly obvious about it. The purple tie he pair with the suit was clearly a display of his inheritance. Purple was the colour of royalty and he was keen to make that be known to his guests. The guests continued with their frivolity as he walked down the stairs, eager to join them in their merry endeavours. He knew out their was a woman worth taking back to his royal chambers, the only question was which of these women would make the greatest play for his favour. It hadn't taken long for Mark to get ready to join the party that up until recently he was serving the drinks at. Since he was already in his black waist coat and white shirt, he threw his black jacket over the top to complete his suit. Sure it was a cliche, but sometimes you couldn't beat an old classic. He was a tall man, had taken him a few months to save up for the tailored suit he wore this night. It was worth it though, the way it clung to his figure, showcasing his powerful physique was sure to get him noticed by one of the incredible women at this party. At least that's what he hoped, he knew that almost every woman in the room was wanting to spend the night with the Prince, but only one of them could get that opportunity. He fancied his chances at taking one of the many women who had inevitably been rejected in their advances on the Prince to a quiet place in the castle, after all every woman at this party deserved to finish the party with some fireworks. As he walked from the servants quarters into the main hall he pushed the masquerade mask onto his face, taking a glass of champagne from an offered tray as he slipped into the crowd eager to join in on the fun. Peter sat on one of the benches that were situated in the gardens outside the ballroom. This garden had been reserved for V.I.Ps and as such was empty except for him and a few others, he was there to collect his thoughts and as such didn't want to be disturbed. As he looked down at his suit for the balk he smiled, the grey jacket and trousers matched with a light purple shirt was almost identical to the Prince. The purple tie that he finished the ensemble with cut from the exact same cloth as the Prince's. Anyone else at this party wouldn't of had the audacity to do what he was doing, impersonating the Prince no less, then again no one else at the party happened to be on of the Prince's closest confidants. Whilst he hadn't consulted the Prince before he decided to do what he was doing, he knew the Prince would care very little for what he had done, the Prince's concerns would be with which beautiful woman would be sharing his chamber tonight. It was to the same end that Peter had decided to impersonate the Prince, if only for the fun that being the Prince for one night would bring. After all, most girls at the party would be eager to please him if they believed he was the Prince, by the time they had seen his face without the mask it would be too late. After all, if they had been seen to go off with the Prince surely that was as good to them as it actually being the Prince. Peter rose from the bench, a glass of champagne in his hand as he walked into the ballroom to join in on the party which was nearing full swing.