The carriage navigated through the crowd that had gathered around the castle. Its body was designed under special commission, incorporating a blend of several foreign styles, and was pulled by two powerful mares.  Within sat three figures in heated debate.<br/>"I know what is expected of me, Father!" exclaimed the Velicanstvo<br/>"Then you should not object to Chekovst's presence," replied Father coldly.<br/>"Velicanstvo. I shall not be a burden. I would merely..." interjected Chekovst.<br/>The carriage came to a halt, signalling their arrival. With a final terse glance Father added, "When I arrive later you had best completed your duty." The Velicanstvo relented. He opened the wooden box that Father had given him and tucked the vial into the concealed sleeve pouch. The fabric muffled the sound of it colliding with the other vial that contained a darker liquid. Chekovst drew the internal curtain that hid Father from view as The Velicanstvo donned his mask. The door swung open and he emerged from the gloomy confines of the carriage.<br/><br/>Within the Ball had already begun and Several other nobles had arrived prior. As he entered, an attendant requested their pseudonyms for announcement. From behind the simple mask, Chekovst gave The Velicanstvo's title, allowing himself no identity save of  an attendant. After the announcement The Velicanstvo made his way to the royal family. The King issued a courteous greeting. The Velicanstvo stared into his eyes for a moment, as the wave of guilt swept over him. Fearing that he might betray his intention he tucked his cane beneath his arm and bowed low. "I am most honoured to be attending this Masquerade, Your Majesty." Turning to the Queen he took her offered hand and placing it against his mask as though to kiss it though the copper. The same was extended to the other princesses as he took note of the missing third.