|King Henricus "Harry" Tudor (thy_king) wrote in thykingdomcome,|
@ 2009-12-03 18:43:00
With their arms around each other, the royal couple finally left their bedchamber and made their way to the party. A servant passed them by and Henricus grabbed two glasses filled with red wine from his plate and handed one to Charles, toasting to him. Then emptied his own glass in one gulp. Savourless it tasted, bland and insipid yet it made him feel heady as it soared through his veins. Nuzzling into Charles' neck, as they walked, Henry whispered, "If I knew you would come back to me tonight, I wouldn't have summoned Richard out of his den. But the matter is urgent and delicate enough and I'm glad to have you at my side whilst I speak with him." A smirk flashed across his face like a lightning. "I rather enjoy seeing you around other lycans, knowing the Alpha belongs to me."
The guards standing outside of the ballroom bowed to the two men deeply, and opened the doors, announcing the king's and the duke of Wulfolk's presence to the festive crowd. The ballroom was stiflingly hot and the air was heavy with the smell of sweat, booze, and blood, that the Toreador elder's keen senses could pick up even before he entered, that of humans.
Henry expected to see a few unfamiliar faces amidst his courtiers, given the portal's unusually high activity as of late, bringing new guests to his kingdom and he briefly wondered which of them would actually be brave enough to take up his invitation and show up at the masque.