Morgan Elizabeth hung around in the shadows, watching the events of the day with narrowed eyes. It was the King's birthday- and she knew he was not enjoying it. He had never seemed to be one to enjoy such things, especially when they were made into some big, flashy festival. Pushing dark hair over her shoulder, she crossed to where her lord was sitting, bowing shortly to him.

"My lord," she said softly, lifting her eyes without unbending. "May I have a word?" In truth, it was only a ruse, her pretending to have an urgent message so that they may both escape. She thought she had had enough until the dancers came in- then she nearly threw up. It was not only disgraceful that these women would expose their bodies that way, but then they would claim it to be art? It was maddening.

In another part of the world, a bright, merry young girl bustled through the palace, humming to herself. It was a rather busy day- The prince, of course, was becoming the king. She was still saddened by the death of the last king, but she was happy for Diamond- he was ready for this, and he wanted to do so much good for his people. She actually hadn't seen the young man all day- of course he was busy, what with ceremonies and speeches going on. She pushed open a door and peered in, spotting King Diamond talking to some of his guards. She hung back, unsure of whether he was busy or not.

[[Thats perfectly fine ^.^ sorry that mines a little... lackluster :sweat:]]