Coronation Party [Open]

[commandsthewind]

Who: Elizabeth Tudor, Arthur Pendragon and you!
What: Coronation Party Times!
When: 17th of November, evening. backdated shhh~
Where: The Ballroom.
Rating: PG.

[The ballroom has been briefly transformed, or something like that. At least enough to Elizabeth's tastes and she had no issue at all using the ghosts if it got her what she wanted, in red and gold. A table of food and drink has been set up on one side of the room, wine aplenty of course, and in the middle of the table is the cake made by Ino. There's tables and chairs around the room, and the doors are open to the balcony, so guests can go out there for air as well. Somewhere softly behind all that, there is music playing. It's a light heart-ed celebration, but that is all that is really wanted.]

[ The Balcony | Tables & Chairs | Other places around the room ]

Comments

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia just returned from the dance floor, trailing laughter behind her. Dancing makes her terribly gleeful. She giggles a little at his bow and makes a show of placing her hand on his.

He is familiar if only because Morgana reminds her of him. ]

Arthur. I would dance with you all the same if you had one foot.

[reigne]

[He'll lift her hand up to his mouth, to briefly ghost a kiss over her knuckles, before he straightens up. He laughs a little, at her words]

You flatter me, my lady. Should I ever become wounded in battle, I shall remember your words.

[He'll tug her gently toward him to begin]

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia widens her smile and lets him lead. The steps must be different in his time though she fancies herself a quick learner when it comes to dancing. ]

That you must. I would even have the courtiers compose a dance especially for those with your same impediment.

[reigne]

[He's not horrible by any means, he's certainly taken and perfected anything he was made to learn, because he's a perfectionist to the point of insanity by nature.

But he clearly finds little actual joy in the action, and it makes his steps more wooden than they should be]

That is a kindness indeed, for there is little I could offer you that would hold similar worth.

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia is more than pleased that he hasn't stepped on her foot. Besides, as proficient as a dancing partner might be, it is the company that matters in the end. ]

Perhaps you could promise to ask me to dance. [ She steps aside to twirl away and then back. ] When I am old and exceedingly ugly.