It had been about an hour or two after seeing his parents off did Lucian head up and with the servants’ help, he prepared himself for the party. He bathed and donned his wares- fancy crimson robes, black boots, and white gloves. It wasn’t often that he would adorn himself in this manner, nor was it to his liking, but as court king, there was little choice in his responsibilities. There was a silver lining in this and only he knew about what was to come once he and Episcia arrived there. No one was going to spoil his plan, especially his pesky sister or mother. If they knew what he was up to, they would have surely ruined it one way or another. Probably more of Nerezza since she couldn’t keep her mouth shut; his mother would have only tried to blow everything out of proportion. Fortunately, they would be distracted by their own dates and all he would have to worry about was the right timing.

Once he was prepared, he went to check on her and see if she was ready. Heavens knew that she probably was about as excited at getting dolled up as he did. As he made his way to where she was, Lucian couldn’t recall a single moment where he had seen her in a dress. The thought made him snicker slightly but there was some anticipation over how the knight would look. While sure that if mentioned, she would have punched him in the arm, he was sure that she would turn out radiant. Giving the door to the room a knock, he called out, “Are you ready yet?