THIRTY

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Cedric had on a red royal mantle, that flowed down and trailed behind him. He sat at the head of the high table, he stared bored at the guests that were gathered in his party. The swaying dancers and leaping acrobats did nothing to lift his mood. The ladies subtly glanced in his direction where as the men tried so hard to get favors from him. He was bored to say the least. He hated balls and parties. 

 

 

He munched on an apple and sipped wine, the music did nothing to elevate his mood. Then in the sea of guests, something caught his eye. It was not flashy or colorful, neither was it eminent like all the guests where. As a matter of fact it was dark and broody.  He saw a dark haired beauty that stood out amongst the others, he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was that made her stand