Emma Wycliff
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Emma watched as countless of girls were introduced to the Queen, how they all curtsied and presented themselves. Compared to how everyone else was dressed, she felt severly underdressed in her long, red, velvet dress.
Emma watched as the queen quickly exited and her stomach just dropped. Did she do something wrong? There were only a few girls left to introduce, her being one of them. For a second she considered introducing herself to the queen, but before she could even fully consider that, she was hustled into another room and another red dress was slid on her, a selection she had made a week prior since she felt she looked the most elegant wearing a red dress as it contrasted nicely with her skin and blonde hair.
Every second Emma was doing something. She barely got a chance to even see Edmund before she was brought into the ballroom filled with elegantly dressed women and men. Emma tried to stay with Emma, just so she could have some comfort amongst this party of confusion, but he was quickly swept away into the crowd.
Emma tried to walk around, to find some sort of space to just catch her breath for even a second in the buzzing ballroom. A servant walked past her and Emma took a step back, accidentally stepping on her dress and bumping into a person behind her. She turned around, her face extremely red with embarrassment.
“Pardon me, my Lord I-” Emma began, trying her best to regain her composure. Then the person she had bumped into turned around, and Emma’s face went even redder as she recognized who she had bumped into…Prince Magnus. “Your Majesty!” She gasped, fumbling into a courtsey in front of him.
“I’ll get out of your way right this instance!” How does one apologize to the Prince for calling him a lord, or for bumping into him no less?!
@CrazyCaliope - Prince Magnus
@Littlefeets - Edmund (mentioned)