<span style="color: #40FF00"> Prince Adalric was bored out of his mind as he listen to one of the dukes go on and on about how the human peasants were good for nothing more then being their slaves. He listened as his Father laugh sadistically at the duke's  every word. If only the Duke Georg Wulf knew that his father was planning to due away with him tonight. Oh well, none of his business--plus he never really could stand the Duke Wulf either. That and the disappearance of the members of his Father's court disappeared all the time really--nothing new there. <br/><br/>Looking out towards the balcony Adalric sighed longingly at the full moon which dimly lit the tops of the forests trees. He wished to leave the castle and fly until he was far, far away from his father and his court. Going closer to the balcony he neared it leaning forward slightly tasting the air--when suddenly a petal flew by--a rose petal, the darkest shade of red he had ever seen. Grabbing a hold of it, he ran the pad of his thumb over the petal feeling the unique softness it had. Brushing it up to his lips he felt a small shock from it causing him to open his bright yellow-gold eyes wide.  Starring down at the small delicate petal he placed it carefully into the silver locket he kept at all times with him. Before turning sharply to face the person behind him. Someone was trying to touch him. No one touches his person without his say so. No one. <br/><br/>"Adalric," a sultry voice purred, "Why don't you dance with me?" It was disgusting. She was disgusting. <br/><br/>"No, Thank you but I'd rather not dance with you, Aerial." He hated this woman more then his father and that was saying something.<br/><br/>She drew her plump red lips into a sickening pout, "Adalric, darling, I'm your future wife! We must dance." He wished to yell out to her that it would only be in name. He could never love anyone. If  he ever had to it certainly wouldn't be her. Seeing his father frown at him he gave in and pretended to care about upsetting her. <br/><br/>"Aerial, I'm sorry," He extended his hand out to her. (Thank god he wore gloves) and gave her a bow, "Shall we dance?"<br/><br/>She squealed in glee as he led her out to the dance floor. Inwardly flinching as she laid her head against his chest while gripping his shoulders a bit too lovingly for his taste.  He secretly wished to go back outside and fondle the rose petal--that and look for where it came from to keep it as his person flower. </span>