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[heloise]

Who: EVERYONE!
When: Dec. 15
Where: Ballroom!
What: Borgia-Mills Saturnalia party, basically, that party!

The garlands and wreaths of leaves decorating the ballroom sure look similar. Almost Christmas trees. Pagan origins for an otherwise religious holiday. This occasion has no purpose, however, aside from merriment, freedom and lots and lots of eating!

The cooks Henry gathered are welcome to place their creations on a long table set to one side, while most of the ballroom is left clear for dancing of any form. Most of the sofas have been pushed against the walls as refuge for tired feet. The wine flows freely, with uncountable goblets here and there!

Oh, one more thing, beware the nutcrackers.

[ ooc; make your own threads, there are no rules except for go wild! ]

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[bustered]

"I think I did mean glory, once upon a time." He shakes his head slightly, just a minute suggestion of the motion. "But more important was the thought of protecting the people who couldn't protect themselves."

Zack turns lightly to her touch, head tipped slightly down and perhaps a moment away form catching her fingertips with a kiss. Hadn't he been so impudent before? He perhaps may again, because he can and because she lets him, and should not a Knight defer to a Queen? They have not tired of the game, after all.

"Do you dream of glory still, my Reina?"

[heloise]

Lucrezia tweaks the corner of her slips slightly in an almost smile, even as her glee shows in her eyes. She can hide many things but this is among the most difficult. A finger then to his lips as if to silence him though she would only venture a touch before pulling back.

Heroes are those who win in the end, she thinks, who can then write for the history books that the losers are the villains.

"Why must I dream for what I have in truth?"