Thread: Miracles Can Always Happen (Yuna & CaptainPeriwinkle's 1x1)

Jonathan Harris The mingling was going quite well, at least Jonathan thought they were. The crowd had reacted how he had expected to his father's death. An odd mix of relief, joy, and sadness. While his father wasn't the best ruler by any means, he certainly wasn't the worst. No one had accused him of being the most compassionate, but in the same grain, no one accused him of being a tyrant either. He was just a man who had been in the right place at the right time and seized power from those who couldn't maintain it. Sometimes in life, that was all that it took, a good coincidence, for something either good or bad to happen that would change one's life forever. Jonathan hoped that it was that same way tonight. It was easy for him to find a potential suitor. If he poked his head out of the window and called that he was looking for a mate, women would line up out the door for him. Jonathan figured, it was a mix of his family's prowess, as well as the fact that he was the younger prince. It meant that he didn't have any inheritance but he did have access to the wealth, at least while his mother was still around. In the end, she still called some of the shots, at least for the relationship between him and his brother. Jonathan figured that this way would be better. The more anonymous nature of a masquerade ball meant that everyone was more or less on the same playing field. Body type was one way to judge, but it would be more judged based on personality, at least in theory. The man had gone from girl to girl, giving them a quick dance and listening to a little bit about them. No one had particularly stuck out, however, and no one expected him as being the prince. After a short bit, he decided to take a break. Move to the refreshments table where he had overheard some people talking about his deceased father. They only reaffirmed what he thought, and what everyone else seemed to already know. They didn't reflect on him positively or negatively, moreso in a matter of fact sort of manner. His father had done good things, and his father had made terrible decisions, but such was the life of a politician and a ruler. He hadn't plunged them into major debt, nor did he start any wars. He kept the citizens safe for the most part but he was a little more than corrupt. Such was the territory though. Jonathan's 6'4 frame was disguised perfectly in his suit and his mask. The white mask with black accents wasn't super out of the ordinary. In fact, many people had brought similar masks. The only dead giveaway was his height, but seeing as how nearly none of the citizens had seen the prince up close, let alone stood next to him, it was almost a moot point. He was just a tall man amidst a fair amount of people who were somewhat shorter than he was. Drinking some of the wine that was left on the table for the guests to enjoy, he picked up some of the bread and approached a woman with a silver mask and a beautiful gemstone embedded in it. It was one of the more lavish masks around, and it was one of the more unique get-ups at the party. Most people didn't have a dress or a mask quite like those and it almost instantly drew the man towards her. Offering her a spot of wine, he smiled. He hadn't noticed her before, so she must have just arrived. That meant that she had missed all of the announcements - the death, the food, and the prince in the crowd. Maybe this was someone he could just have fun with. Better late than never I suppose. He greeted her with a wide smile.