Dark violet fabrics were strewn about in every direction. The dressing room looked like a tornado had made its way through and left behind the devastating mess that was seen now. The room was well lit though still lined in darkness. The ebony marbled walls covered with veins of silver and red. The floor was plush in a violet color, a smidge darker than most of the garments that littered the carpet.<br/><br/>Bare feet slid into a pair of black patent leather stilettos. The three inch heels gave her more height than she had, which was why she had chosen them. She wasn’t short by any means but the added inches helped her to appear all the more regal to the people she would stand before tonight. A long flowing violet gown of gossamer silks layered onto darker silks decorated her slender form. The waist fit to her form leaving the lower layers to flow freely, and the bosom lifted to show her ample cleavage of ashen white. Her arms were bare as the slim inch wide straps of the gown spread over her shoulders and held the gown in place. A long dark lock was curled up and pinned into place with a tiny rose made of white gold. It was surrounded by many of the same; while the curls dangled delicately she stood to examine herself.<br/><br/>With lips painted like rubies and her long dark lashes curled, she smiled to herself and powdered her nose once before lifting up a perfume atomizer and sprayed once then again. The scent that could only be described as<em>“Aria”</em>filled the room and flowed over her in a light layer. The perfume was specially made to fit her, containing oils of lilacs and jasmine, bergamot, and a slight touch of light musk. It was a delicate scent but lingered as she walked by.<br/><br/>The woman looked over toward the doorway at the man who stood guard. She offered him a smile and tilted her head ever so slightly. She knew tonight was a mystery to them both, but her curiosity of it all kept her alert. Aria had heard she had a cousin who had returned from the lands outside of Faerie. How a princess became lost was beyond her but she was hoping to meet this lost princess tonight at the banquet. She had a good amount of curiosity in how her long lost cousin survived for so long amongst humans and away from the Sithen. She brushed her hair back into place once more before turning to her Captain of the Guard.<br/><br/><strong>“Are you and the others ready?”</strong><br/><br/>They were going to be late if they didn’t move quickly, at least late by Aria’s standards. She stepped toward her mirror and glanced back to him. Her dark eyes shone in the mirror as she concentrated and soon the reflection that was once there rippled and swirled before turning to a soft fog and she smiled. Aria had loved her ability to travel through reflections, and had done so since she was young, using such means to sneak out late at night and rush down to the Sluagh and Goblin courts. She learned many customs of the different courts by doing that and made a few acquaintances in the process. It was a shame this new place would not give her the ability to do so in a quickly fashion, that and the others would need to arrive in tow.  The mirror blinked back to its original state and she turned to him with a slow smile.<br/><br/>Her silent footsteps led her across the room and to the doors, where she waited for them to be opened. The princess of the dark court stepped out into the hallway and toward the doorways to the Unseelie Court. Somewhere in between it was said to be. Somewhere in between. If Aria concentrated enough she could have the doors shift and change to send her exactly where she wanted to be in the Sithen.<br/>