Siborilia

"Your majesty, you'll be sorely missed," he said. He then whispered, "Thanks for betrothing me to Swiftfoot." He then went to get ready, Star beside him.

As Swiftfoot slid her black silk dress over her body, she thought. Why had she made such a scene outside? It was embarassing. Moonchild probably thought she was stupid and childish.
She placed a molded half-mask(like the phantom of the operas) over her face. It was red, with black markings all over.

Moonchild put on a black tunic with a brown girdle. He thought that Swiftfoot was the most beautiful girl ever! He put on a silver and black half-mask.

Ebony looked down at her king and frowned.
"So long, may you find peace in the great behond," she sighed, making the sign one did when a Perinii warrior had passed on.
She took one last look at his beared face and felt a strong hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Quirk.
"Come on, go and get ready for the ball..." he said, finding it hard not to show his emotions. Quirk was a strong willed man, but he always had a scowl on his face. Even when he was happy he didn't smile.
Ebony had known him all her life. She'd lived with him since she was small, but couldn't actually remember any of it. Her heart told her these things, but her head said differently.
"Go!" Quirk whispered, pushing her away. "Hurry up!"

Ebony walked solemnly into a dressing room. As she went, a maid - or someone like that Ebony wasn't quite sure - passed her some garments and she thanked them.
Unravelling them, she found a flowing black dress with white stickwork working down it, and a fancy white cardigan. She cringed slightly, much prefering her Perinii armour, but put it on anyway. Then, she put on her good luck charm - a tiny red jem in a little necklace.
It was scratched, but Ebony thought that made it look more interesting.

Swiftfoot entered the funeral ball solemnly. People were already on the dancefloor, and were dancing with partners, slow and tranquil. She stood on the side, alone. People began to gather around a bard and a story teller.

Ebony walked into the hall quietly. She saw Swiftfoot standing alone, and walked over.
"Your er- Majesty," she said. "S-sorry about your loss and all that..."

It sounded un-natural saying this to the Princess - no Queen. In fact, it seemed wrong that there was actually a funeral ball. A meal okay - but a ball?
Ebony sighed and gaed up at the ceiling.
"I can't believe this is happening..." she muttered.

"You're not the only one... I hate it." Swiftfoot smiled at Ebony.

Ebony looked at Swiftfoot and grinned slightly.

"You know you could stop it all...if you wanted. After all, you are...you know..." Ebony trialed off. "Hey...you don't mine if I call you by your name do you? I don't really like any of that formal crap. Sounds so false."

She looked at the large window at the other side of the hall. Rain was pouring down outside. Are you okay out there Myth? she thought to her friend.
"Oh yeah," he replied happily. "I just caught a wilderbeast!"
Er...that's lovely Myth, she cringed.

Moonchild flew in and saw Swiftfoot and Ebony talking to each other. He flew to them and bowed to them.

"Hey Moonchild. And no...Please call me Swiftfoot. All that, your maj stuff sounds so dumb. And I get the feeling we've met before, in some other place." Swiftfoot said, smiling at Ebony.

Moonchild listened in on their conversation. He didn't know what to say.

Ebony waved at Moonchild as he came towards them.
"Hey how are you?" she asked the boy. Then, she thought about what Swiftfoot said.
"Hmm, I know what you mean," she replied, kicking the floor. "Obviously, we've met before being the positions we're in, but...I don't know, everything except us three just feels somewhat false..."

"You're oddly quiet Moonchild...what's wrong?" Swiftfoot asked sweetly. She looked him up and down and smiled approvingly.
"I think I don't deserve you..." She grinned weakly, remembering why they were there.

Moonchild smiled and flew over to her. He then kissed her on the cheek.
"Don't be so stupid. I love you," he said.

Swiftfoot blushed slightly, as everyone 'aww'ed. She tried to force herself to be regal and un-embarrassed, but grinned all the same, and hugged Moonchild.

Ebony raised an eyebrow and fox whistled at the couple.
"King Moonchild and Queen Swiftfoot...or Queen Swiftfoot and King Moonchild, whichever sounds better," she laughed.
The rain became heavier outside, and a flash of lightening could be seen far off in the mountains. "Heh, I wouldn't want to be a dragon right now," Ebony thought out loud.

Swiftfoot blushed and pulled away.
"Hey, quiet down, Ebony. You may be leader of Perinii Warriors, but that doesn't mean you can mock me." She laughed.

Moonchild smiled and blushed.
"So, now what do we do?"

"Dance I guess. Or eat. Or anything." Swiftfoot shrugged.

"Do you want to dance, my queen?" he asked, stretching his hand out.

A flicker of surprise flashed through Swiftfoot's eyes, but she smiled, tossing back her blonde locks. She took his hand and gracefully stepped onto the floor.

When the orchestra noticed their new King and Queen they started to play a romantic tune. Moonchild smiled as he took Swiftfoot's hands and placed them around his shoulders.

" 'S typical...soon as we come on, they slow it down..." Swiftfoot mumbled in mock irritation, leaning her head on Moonchilds chest, feeling and hearing his heartbeat. In a moment of randomness, she thought, I'm glad he's still alive.
When she looked back at this day, Swiftfoot would understand that this was not as random as it seemed. Moonchild could have so easily died alongside her father, and she would have lost the two people she loved the most. She allowed him to lead her in a dance.

Moonchild smiled at her statement. He then felt her head lean on his powerfullly-built chest. He then made her hover upwards and swirled there.

Ebony grinned, picking up a glass of green wine. It was a special Perinii blend, and one of the brewers had fermented a large batch of it recently, just for the ball.
That thought made Ebony stop, the glass an inch from her lips. She frowned.
Brewed it for the ball? No..they couldn't have, he only died this morning... he told herself, worrying slightly.
But she shook it off. Probably misdirected information. She watched the new rulers dancing in the centre of the grand hall.