Dark Mage

7_the royals

“Lei! Finally, we have been waiting for your call.” Amelia squeaked.

“hey, what’s up? Why are you on your undies dude?” Frances gestured to my half naked figure.

“I need your opinion on my dress tonight. So what should I wear?”

“Let me guess, formal attire?” Amelia snorted. She knows I have no sense of fashion and she loves dressing me up so she is my go to fashion guru.

“Just wear your slacks and put on some leather jacket Lei. Don’t dress like a wuss in front of them.”

I gave Frances a smirk but Amelia frowned at us and shoved Frances away.

“You and your horrible fashion sense. Honestly, what would you two do without me.” Amelia rolled her eyes.

“Okay, let me see your wardrobe.” Projecting is a form of communication that lets you communicate with people. While you get to talk to them and see them, you can’t and they can’t touch you. This magic is only known at the dark realm royals and very few trusted people of the royal court. I opened my wardrobe for Amelia to see.

“oh one more detail, it supposed to represent my court.” I hastily added. Frances blew an annoyed sigh. “Figures.”

“Then you should definitely wear the one with the delicate flowery details with an illusion neckline.”

“uhh, where is that dress?” I looked at her dumbly.

“The one with the Mikado flared skirt” she pointed. “I still don’t get it Ames” I looked at her helplessly.

“Oh for darkness sake, the one with the side pockets where you can easily slip your favorite knife, the black gown that you used in lord Brandi’s ninety-eight birthday.” Ames shouted irritated. Frances snickered.

“Ahh, this one?” I plucked the dress from its hanger. Amelia nodded.

“Now for the hair, I think you should just wing it” Frances offered. Amelia shot her daggers and turned to me.

“Oh shut your trap Franny. Do a half up half down loose braids and add some Black Hellebore for decoration. And the shoes, well you could wear your strappy wedge”, she finished.

I quickly waved my hand and willed the things that Amelia described. I glamour my hair and eyes and finished the look with some cat eyeline makeup and glitters on at the end and applied my favorite burgundy red matte lipstick.

“How do I look?” I turned to her.

“Ehh, you look better with white hair,” Frances said but nodded appreciatively.

"You look like a smokin' hot dark mage. Now go show them that we get what we want," Amelia grinned happy at her artwork. A knock sounded at my door, I looked at them and said my thank you and good bye.

“One second.” I shouted at the person who’s banging at my door.

I hurriedly open the door and peered outside. A girl dressed in slate blue off shoulder ball gown and looking like the snow queen herself smiles at me.

“Hi, I’m Izzy, winter court and your next door neighbor.”

“Eve, nice to meet you. What do you need?” I asked her politely.

“I was wondering if I could borrow some hairspray, my hair won’t hold very still for some reason.” She gestures at her loose curls that can’t seem to be tamed.

“No hairspray, but I could do your hair for you,” I offered. She looked at me curiously and stared at my hair.

“Fine, just don’t do something that will ruin my curls or we'll be very bad enemies.” She joked.

I went out my door and followed her to her room next door and I’ll be damned her room is much bigger and more furnished than my original room before I did my magic. “Okay, sit.” I gestured for her to sit in front of her vanity mirror.

“So you’re a mage at the winter court?” I asked Izzy. She nodded at me. “And you are the mage from the dark court?”

“Yes, I am.” I finished her hair adding some snowflake headband at her up do with cascading curls framing her delicate face. “Nice, you are good with your hands. Thanks for your help. Want to go together?” I nodded at her and smiled broadly.

If I thought that having gold lining every inch is flaunting your riches then this ballroom is an overkill with its massive space with marble flooring, big airy windows that leads you directly to the gardens and don't get me started on that diamond chandelier.

It's like their main hobby in this court is to show of their money for all the world to see. It's like inviting chaos at your door to plunder your riches or like my grandpapa always told me "Flaunt your riches and it will be your downfall" or something like that. These people must be really confident on their military power to flaunt it all to the other royal present.

"Hey Evie, taste this," Izzy shoved a bite sized cheesecake on my hand.

In less than an hour, I found out that her cold exterior is a facade and if you offer her sweets and cakes, she'll basically transform into a different person. This is the fifth time that I have to force myself to eat the cake or receive an are-you-crazy-look from her.

Like every royal ball, the queen is always fashionably late. It has been 30 minutes since we arrived and the party is not in full swing. There are a lot of people in this room and no royal in sight. Only lesser nobels whose clearly scouting the contestants and a few media mages to broadcast the event.

A trumpet sounded and all music fade away, the chatter died down and all faced the big oak doors.

"Announcing the arrival of the Horae Royals:

Wendelin’s Crown Prince Demeter Eunomia and Crown Princess Eirene Eunomia of the Autumn Court

Hyalen’s Crown Prince Leviathan Cheimon of the Winter Court

Dryath’s Crown Princess Daphne Eiar of the Spring Court

Fyndria’s Crown Prince Ashton Theros and Her Majesty the Queen, Queen Clarissa Theros of the Summer Court!" everyone on the room dropped into a curtsy or bow.

I quickly followed, dropping into one myself. Darn it, I was not accustomed in curtsying at anyone aside from my mother.

When the queen reached the dais everyone rose from their position and the chatter continued. I looked at the 4 heirs in their sit beside the queen.

"Prince Demeter looks so dashing tonight and ohh look at the way he is looking at princess Eirene, they are such a cute couple, I wish to find love like they have," Izzy said between sip of champagne.

Base on the tinge on her cheeks I'd say that she is on the line between tipsy and sod off drunk.