What a Suprise!

So the ball was absolutely gorgeous! There were streamers, banners, and shimmering crystal candles everywhere. The king gave a congratulation speech to all the tournament champions, giving Stanton his highest honor for being the grand tournament champion. After the speech, servants served us the most amazing dinner that I have ever partaken in. There were all kinds of fruits and meats, all it cooked wonderfully. The smells were so delicious!
After the meal, the king took to the floor with the queen at his side and started the dancing. To be honest they were kind of intimidating because their dancing was so graceful and eloquent. After one dance, the king retook the throne and everyone else took to the floor.
Dancing with Jokyshe was different to say the least. He seemed really awkward dancing with me. The way he acted, I don't think he has ever danced with a female before. I hear that all knights must learn to dance, but that most of them learn from male instructors. It was kind of funny to say the least, but I didn't laugh as Jokyshe had to stop dancing at one point to regain his composer. Later that night as we walked out onto the palace balcony he apologized to me saying, "Sorry about having to take a break when we first started dancing. It is just that I have never had to deal with feeling what I feel when I hold you."
"It's all right, I am just glad that you asked me to come with you. You did a really amazing job winning the sword master competition." I smiled.
"Thanks, but I should have won the joust too. I can't believe I lost to Stanton. He has been beaten before and it really bugs me." He replied.
"Men, they really know how to ruin a moment" I thought.
After a few minutes of silence, he asked, "You know, you are the first girl that I thought of to ask to this ball. And...you know... well like I said, I really have some feelings for you, and... and I was wondering... you know, like if you would consider courting me?"
I almost leaped out of my dress when he asked me that. "Of course!" I replied, trying to remain somewhat calm, but bursting with joy inside.
"You.. you would?" Jokyshe asked with surprise, "I figured that beautiful girls such as yourself would never consider allow me to court them. Wow."
"Oh, why thank you." I replied, stunned at Jokyshe calling me out his league. "How about we dance some more?"
"Ok sure." Jokyshe replied as he took my hand and we went back into the hall for a few more dances before he finally brought me home. So needless to say I am flying high tonight. Not only was the ball amazing, but now I am being courted. My mom and sister were really happy for me. Well, I am really tired from all the dancing and my head is still spinning, so I am going to head to bed. Talk to you later. . .

Royal Ball

Yea! Jokyshe is the sword master champion. However, he failed to make tournament champion by one point. Stanton took both the joust and the ax throw making him the tournament champion. However, I get to go to the royal ball which should be lots of fun. They say that the king bring out the royal magicians at his balls. Rumor has it that the magicians are extremely talented and can make entire buildings disappear from sight or send you to survey the Cloud Titan's kingdom. Wouldn't that be something?

My mom said that she once attended a ball when dad took her after he won the lancing competition back in his youth. She said that the king spares no expense which makes me all the more excited. So I have spent to best part of the day preparing myself. My hair took forever but my sister really made me look like a princess. She curled my bangs and put the rest of my hair up behind my head in a messy bun with two longer curls hanging about my face which would supposedly bring attention to my beautiful eyes. My dress is a gorgeous white with a glimmering transparent skirt over the bottom half creating the appearance of sparkling white snow. It must have cost my parents a fortune, but they said that to be taken to the king's ball is a real honor. Well, I had better finish getting ready, talk to you later. . .