HarryStyles schreef:
As the sun started sinking away from his view Alaric made his way towards the Cleveland territory. The night was still young, the temperature was still warm, and the road towards the Cleveland castle was busy. A ball was planned, God knew what for. And Alaric was invited, for whatever reason that may be. He wasn't often one to go to these kind of events, usually didn't enjoy being around too many people at once. Events like these would often go difficult on Alaric. Being surrounded by people, living ones, wasn't something he often did, purely for their own safety and his own sanity. Luckily for him he usually didn't get invited, and when he would he would simply send a gift their way and leave it at that. This time he had decided otherwise. He figured that going to a ball once wouldn't hurt anyone. He could always leave if things became too much for him. No one would really miss him if he suddenly disappeared anyway.
Arriving at the castle Alaric got off of his horse and handed the reins to the stable boy, for him to put his beautiful stallion away. Most people here seemed to arrive by carriage, but that wasn't really Alaric's style. He preferred being in charge of all, didn't even have any staff to drive him anyway. Not to mention that moving by horse alone was faster, and Alaric happened to be a fan of speed, if it would have been possible, he would have come by feet, that would've been even faster. Sadly that hadn't been possible, he had to settle with a horse.
Walking up to the castle doors Alaric's eyes fell on the guards who were standing outside, checking everyone's invitation, they obviously didn't want any peasants or dangers coming in, that could be a threat towards the royal family. As Alaric reached the guards, he took the invitation from inside of his suit jacket, he unfolded the neat paper and handed it to one of the guards. "Glad you could make it, Sir Pendragon," the guard smiled at him.
"Glad I could be here." And with that, Alaric was let inside.
Through the doors Alaric was met with a long hallway, leading to another pair of doors. Once he had walked through those, he was exposed to the ballroom. It was filled with people, expensive clothes, alcoholic beverages, and music that back in his day would have been called bobbery. He walked further into the room, being greeted by some of the invitees that he had probably met before. He recognized some of the eldery people from back in the day, but he knew they didn't know him anymore. Alaric had taken the role as his own son, like he always did. He would try to change as much of his appearance as he could to at least come across as someone different. So far, this always worked for him. People would still be surprised at how much he looked like his father, but they never truly seemed to look further than that. No one suspected a thing, not that Alaric would have assumed that they would. What he was was merely a myth after all.
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