Proposition

Introduction of the Main character...

The doors to the ballroom opened with a resounding creak, causing the music to falter momentarily. This was more than enough to get the attention of every person in the room. The doors were always kept closed to keep the warm atmosphere within the room as well as to keep people punctual. Anyone that came late to the ceremonies with the exception of the royals was not allowed entry. For this very reason, everyone’s eyes were drawn to the person coming through the door. Yet when a figure appeared, he was not adorned with any of the typical social colours. He instead, wore silver and walked purposefully through all the dance floors, making his way to the throne. King Anthon tried to determine the identity of the man that was completely disregarding the normal procedures for late entry, but the hat that the man wore obscured his face completely. The suit that he wore was fitted to perfection and was obviously tailor-made. Yet his walk was not the calmly rehearsed step of a royal, it was a hurried stride that took great distance with each pace. For this reason, many of the people tried to figure out his identity whilst looking busy with dancing. It wasn’t long before murmuring broke out, each person voicing their speculation. This caused the man to grin as he walked through the merchants and made his way up to the soldiers. The guards were all rigid as they stood their ground in front of their King. Knowing that he had somehow convinced the door-keepers to allow him to pass, the guards still treated the man with suspicion until they knew he meant no harm.

 

The man came to a halt as he regarded the guards in front of him. Taking off his coat, he folded it and placed it on the floor, alongside two magnificent silver blades and a full length rapier. The guards almost choked as they realised the man had been armed. Ceremonial blades were only permitted to those of the highest ranks, not even the King saw the need to come armed. Most of the ranks below him followed this as an example, the law eventually faded behind routine which now showed as each man treated the newcomer as a threat. The man however reached into his silver waistcoat and withdrew a long-barrel pistol, which he again placed with his blades. The man kept his hat in place and did a full rotation with his body, his arms outstretched. The cuffs of his white shirt were unfastened and revealed tanned skin. The frills of the shirt once again hinted at the wealth of the man, and such a thing only added to the speculation of the onlookers. When the rotation was finished, the man continued his walk to the floor above. One of the guards made to stop him, yet he was restrained by his captain who wore no armour. His wife on his arm, the captain watched the man’s retreating figure as he climbed the steps, “He’s given his arms, he’s allowed to approach and address the King.”

 

King Anthon IX watched the man walk across the empty red-rimmed floor and wondered why he took the long way up. The red rimmed floor was to cater for any members of the Mages Guild, yet it had become customary for them never to attend such events. They thought of such ceremonies as distracting to their studies. However, coming back out of his reverie, the King noticed that the man was now at the base of the steps and starting his ascension. Coming to his feet, King Anthon stood tall and watched as the man came to his knee a few steps down from the throne. Removing silver hat, the man bowed his head as a sign of respect.  King Anthon gestured for the band to resume its music which had at sometime stopped performing. Many of the people in the crowd groaned inwardly as they knew this was to prevent them from hearing the conversation.

 

“Who are you? And why such theatrics?” The King asked of the man who kept his head bowed. The voice that answered him sent a chill down the King’s spine. “I thought that for such an occasion, a grand entrance would be a good idea. It has been a very long time since I graced this hall. There have been rumours of a large threat coming to the Kingdom...”

 

Princess Dalia was looking at the colour of the suit and tried her hardest to figure out where she knew the reference. Red was for mages, blue for soldiers, green for merchants... where was silver? Thinking back to the time where she learned the colours in the palace, she tried to remember... what was it?

 

King Anthon was speechless; here knelt a man that had completely compromised the safety of the kingdom with only a few sentences. “What troubles are you talking about? Who are you?” The King asked, still unsure of where he heard this voice before. The man simply got to his feet and looked the King in the face. Anthon took a step backward as he looked into the green eyes of the man in front of him. “My name is Colonel Julian. R. Travesty, I hear you have a Dragon problem.”

 

Princess Dalia looked up to the throne with a look of pure disbelief and shock when she remembered the reference. Silver... Sky Pirate.

Author's Note

Have fun reading...

Reviews

[J.Black]

Good, just one spelling mistake though:

"The guards almost choked as they realised the man had been armed. Ceremonial blades were only permitted to those of the highest ranks . . . "

It's realized*

[-Aurelia Mirella]

Ahhhh..this is getting so good!!!

I cannot wait for the next chapter to come out!! You'll have to send me a read request my dear!

Always,
-Aurelia