*In a neat scrawl, written by a hand skilled more with a pen then with a blade, would be the official invitation to the wealthy Merchant, Sir Brock Avery. It was folded neatly into three portions, the paper a neat white, on the outside, the seal of Camelot. With that broken, you'd see it's ink, starting in a gilded letter to who it was address to, then a dark black.*
Dearest Sir Avery,
The time has come to celebrate the coming of age to Princess Sivaria Juliette Kyverie Travilei. The Royal Court of Camelot invites you and a consort to take part the festivities, and eagerly awaits such a Noble presence. This ball, however, is a special breed, for a special occasion. 'Tis a Masquerade! Come equipped with your most splendid of party masks, into the mysterious atmosphere, where no one is whom they seem. Names and titles will be banned upon entering, as to play along with a fun air. Are you speaking with the King himself? or a Noble? Who's to know. We ask you keep your identities to yourself, to not ruin the fun for anyone else. On your arrival, one of our guards will be at the gate. He alone will know who is who, give him your name and title, and offer him up the invitation. This is to prevent frauds from ruining our special event.
Inside, food, drink, and entertainment shall be provided, in hopes of making it a wonderful evening for everyone attending. Dance, sing, act utterly foolish if you wish! Who will know? Relax, dining on the Kings provided wines and spirits, and socialize. Dancing will be held, we encourage you to dance with every partner, and enjoy yourself!
Eagerly awaiting your presence,
The entirety of the Camelite Court.
((P.S. I'll give you the actual letter ic'ly whenever we can arrange it. I assume he's a Noble, for he was a King, and now he's rich and stuff, so if he's not Noble, void this XD.))
02-Mar-2012 00:17:01