Alister Lexington heaved a sigh as his last practice with twin swords before the Lyon ball came to an end. He tore one of the silver shining long swords from an oak tree near the training grounds for soldiers on the Lyon property. There were secret bets and what not on who exactly may get the hand of the dear princess. Of course most had their bets on his worst enemy Damien. His hands sheathed the shining swords in their cases that were hanging from a brown belt that was connected to black tights, meanwhile his now dirty whitish brown shirt hung lose showing off his slightly near perfect abbs because the buttons were violently torn rose. To complement his rugged appearance was thick dark jet black hair, with sea like blue eyes , and a face structure of a beautiful man of 19 years old. However, his luck with the ladies....well he was often found to be called a major dick from them. Not that it was his fault several girls liked him, but he never fell for any of them. Yea he had spurts every once in a while but never often enough to get a reputation as sleeping with a girl every other night like dear old Damien.<br/><br/>He heaved a sigh and made a light jog to the knights corridors , keeping his lean legs in shape by jogging everywhere. Within ten minutes from the time he left the training ground he had managed to whip himself into a shower cleaning himself to the point that his skin could sparkle if that was possible...but it was not. After the shower he quickly put on a black tux with a purple tie, and black slacks with dress shoes of the same color. It was obvious he was going to be fashionably late since everyone else was already there.<br/><br/>By taking the long route he managed to avoid the ceremonial being a soldier speech and a man of honor which was rightfully what he wanted. Damien could have all that for all he cared. The manor itself was large with frisk flowers and a nice path way leading to lord lyrons estate as most call it.<br/><br/>He went to walk up the steps but felt a hand grasp his soldiers. " and aren't you mister perfect cat. Your lucky those black ears, and tail of hour's are hidden....she would never take a man as late as you." The voice was from your's truly Damien the jerk fox that had too pride and nothing to do with it.<br/><br/>"Shove off Damien before the cat puts you in your place." He shrugged Damien's hand off his shoulder to continue his way up the stairs through the front doors and towards the ball room. Regretably socializing just wasn't his big gist thing to do. He made his slow peaceful way to Jonathan his best friend. If one could have such a thing.<br/><br/>" Jon I'm sorry I'm late got a little carried away with my swords." His eyes wandered the crowd looking for the girl whom was known as Kate. But he had never before seen her just heard stories about her from Jon.