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It seems strange, but paradoxically, the moments in which we feel most alone are not those in which we have no one next to us,
but those occasions in which we find ourselves in a room full of people with whom we have nothing to do with.
The month of October ends, and like every year the princedom of Valmeridia celebrates the arrival of November.
The last useful period for having excited parties, before the harshness of winter slows everyone down,
and nature prepares for the long sleep from which it will only wake up in spring.
For the occasion, Prince Borgon has called a ball at the castle, and among the guests there are, as usual, prominent figures, but also simple travelers or very humble subjects,
to whom the lord of Valmeridia offers refuge and refreshment without too many formalities.
The dragon prince wears his usual green jerkin, and already in the early afternoon he picked one of the magical blue roses that grow out of season in his garden.
As per tradition, he now wanders far and wide in search of someone to offer the flower as a gift, and who will dance with him during that event.
He is just wondering who will receive the singular rose that year, when suddenly something stands out.
In the midst of so many old and new faces, there is actually one that is missing.
A special, irreplaceable and usually always present one.
His golden eyes wander left and right, but the figure he's looking for seems to have vanished into thin air.
Then, he figures it out!
The dragon leaves the great hall and moves to a much quieter and more peaceful wing of the castle.
There, leaning against a balcony while enjoying the cool autumn breeze, is the lady that Borgon sought so much at the ball.
The prince approaches with small steps and doesn't utter a word, even when the vixen raises her emerald eyes at him questioningly.
Silva's lips part to ask what the prince is doing there, considering that his guests are in the ballroom, but instead what comes out of her mouth is a slight sigh of surprise.
Borgon's hand barely touches her head, and with kindness he places the "prize of the evening" behind her ear.
"A blue rose for the lady with a blue mood~", he says with a mild smile on his face.
Silva is confused, while with an incredulous and almost annoyed expression she replies to the bad joke of her friend: "Really ?!"
But Prince Borgon is not there to make fun of her. After giving her the rose, he extends his hand at her: "Really."
The vixen's features remain stoic for a while, then she sighs and rests her palm on the one of Borgon, standing up.
The music that spreads from the ballroom arrives carried by the night wind like a faint but clear whisper,
in the notes of a slow dance on which the two begin to move without haste.
It's not the first time that Borgon and Silva dance together as something more than a sovereign and his factotum,
but certainly the fox is glad that there are no prying eyes to see that very unusual moment.
"What about your guests?" She whispers at some point, resting her head on Borgon's shoulder.
"There is food, good music, and people from different cultures and social backgrounds.
I strongly doubt that in the midst of such a chaos anyone will notice the absence of the eccentric prince with the magic rose and his impeccable factotum. Eheh!"
"Silly, you should know the etiquette. This is highly disrespectful and childish."
"Well, I admit I'm a little childish at times. But I see nothing wrong with paying homage to the children who are still in us."
Silva raises her head, and once again looks at Borgon's face with her emerald eyes.
The dragon prince is just about to say something more, but a finger rests on his lips and prevents him from going further.
"Still... It's my duty to not make you look bad in public. And a prince is expected to be present at his ball!"
The hand that held Borgon's now pulls the prince, while the vixen drags him away, towards the increasingly loud music.
On the way, Silva takes off the rose from behind her ear and hides it in a sleeve of her gown.
A gesture that makes the prince happy, who despite being scolded by his factotum for his lack of maturity,
cannot help but smile at the renewed vitality of his lady with a blue mood~It's been a while since I posted a piece of art based on one of my RL experiences, and I chose the night of Halloween to do so.
Or, to be fair, here in Italy this night has another value.
According to celts this is in fact the first day of the Samonios, a holiday that marks the end of summer ^^
In any case, I also took the chance to show some more about the life in the castle, and the relationships between my characters!
Big thanks to
EnergyVector for offering me his nice style to paint this fine piece of art.Please, check his page for more nice pics and to commission him
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