James sighed, staring at the front door of the palace.  This was going to be very dangerous for him to be here.  But considering the repercussion potential if he<em>didn't</em>show, it was less risky being here than not.  Steeling himself, he stepped out of his car, a late-model Porsche in midnight blue, shutting the door as he pressed the lock button.  Straightening out the jacket he was wearing, he tugged at the collar of the formal shirt he was wearing beneath.<br/><br/>He so hated formality, but even he knew enough to know showing up to an event like this in anything less would be taken as insulting.  Shaking his head, he made his way through the formalities at the door, glossing over his introductions by showing the invitation.  Once inside, he breathed a silent sigh of relief.  His eyes darted around the room, hoping against hope that Elise would be here.  It wasn't her style, and the last time he had heard from her, she was off to France for an undetermined amount of time.