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[arcstral]

❛  𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝  ❜   —   Marth  &  Roy

Duke Maxifeld has received a letter detailing the planned heist of his family’s priceless heirloom - a weapon said to take on many an alternate form - during his upcoming annual ball. The Knights of Seiros have assigned you and your partner to attend undercover and find the wannabe thief before they act. The event is strictly for couples only. Better make your act convincing! (Grants Any Weapon +1)

               If only a greater calling to duty had not expected him elsewhere, he would think the ball a fine way to usher in the new year. Bathing beneath the golden glow of beautiful lights and people, the civilized liquid joy alongside to be found in the finest haul known to a castle’s cellars. With dance and song and drink abound, it was - more than anything - a scene of endless pleasure that broke any spell cast by a terrible mood and offered its own. One could not help but smile when seeing others so keen on doing the same.

               But despite the pleasantries at hand, Marth could ill afford to be distracted. Luckily, social functions of the like were a mere accessory of his kingship, as common as his laws and as average as his crown, offering few reasons for him to be flavored by his own surprise. Just as well, perhaps, for his focus here would be key—enough to prove the stickiest web, catching every slip, intruder, and sign. The stiletto tucked beneath his lapel reminding him of what unsavory measures may be necessary to intercept an armed intruder. Should it come to the worst.

               “My patrol of the eastern ballroom was without issue. Packed with people from end to end, it was difficult to single out anyone worthy of suspicion... especially without arousing such myself. But again, the night is still young. I’m sure our uninvited guest has simply yet to arrive.” A round of the corner and he presented his methodical report to the partner who awaited him there, but the cool shades of business soon melted away - as they usually did with so affable a king. Doubly so when his warmth would serve more than one purpose tonight.

               Noting the couples that brushed by with lingering stares, Marth fixed the other with a knowing look to forecast his intent. To ward off any question unto their relations no doubt a few strokes of artistry would be required, such as a tilt of his head to appraise him closer, and then... a run of his knuckles down the streamlined cheek. “Ahem. How are you faring, m-my blazing red lion? I recall you to be one of the younger students in our midst. If you tire at present, I can certainly relieve you.”

@lionsword​