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Valerian's hands fidgeted against the arms of the chair he was basically forced to sit in while his ladies in waiting did his hair and a very light amount of make up. Subtle hues and more natural colors where used to accent the beauty that the 'princess' held. The ladies that had come with 'Vella' here knew that the royal had been a looker well before the spell. Though they only had to apply it to one eye and chose a decorative eye patch that held a gold and green spiral pattern, to match the gown that the 'princess' was to wear to the evening meal.

The gown was a forest green silk thing, it held a full skirt and was of course corseted in style. The bodies held some golden accents and the free sleeves shared that design. Begrudgingly Vale let himself be strapped into the gown, feeling weighed down by the fabric, even though it was a dress meant to dine and dance in. The ginger haired royal was thankful that the ladies in waiting did not bind him in so tightly this time.

Room was left to allow movement and comfort this time. Last the ladies pulled the 'princesses' hair up into a half
up and half down style. They used a jeweled flower band to cradle the back of the head, and finally they helped 'Vella' into a pair of appropriate foot wear for the evening. "I don't know how women wear these pinchy things." 'Princess Vella' said scrunching up her face a bit, trying to wiggle her toes in the shoes, there was little room, the shoes where made for support weather you where sitting or standing, and had short thick heels giving the 'princess' a small boot in height, not enough to rival the prince, 'she' would still be on the shorter side.

With a deep breath to brace himself for this dinner, Vale left the room with his head held high as it where, Garrett close behind as a escort and protector to the 'princess'. A few ladies in waiting followed aswell, as was their job.
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Vale really wished he had kept his ring on.... the ladies had persuaded him to not wear it as it was designed for a man and it woudl clash with the dress, he didn't want to give a bad impression, after all a princess was supposed to be one of the most fashion forward in her kingdom.... and that though there had Vale blanching a bit, part of the ginger haired royal refusing to believe that this was forever.

'Princess Vella' had kept her face and tones neutral, but if one looked deep into 'her' green eye they would see the fire inside, the distaste for all this pomp and circumstance. 'Vella' rubbed her ring less finger out of habit.

'She' was seated beside Prince Torquil. 'She' kept her face as closed off as possible during the meal, eating lightly and not touching 'her' wine goblet, instead she sipped from a small cup of water. As much as Vale wanted to get wasted to just forget this whole mess.... he knew that his family's future was on the line.

So Vale put on the face of the dutiful princess, stiff upper lip and all that lot. Gingerly 'she' lifted one of her hands upward to tuck a loose strand of vibrant ginger hair behind her ear after it had fallen out of place. The sleeve fell a bit, for a split second the tip of a faint scar could be see wound around the wrist, before it vanished when the sleeve fell back into place. Despite the change in gender, Vale still had many of the scars he had obtained over the years , they were just faded some.

When music began to play Vale found himself gently swaying back and forth, barely noticeable from a far. That single green eyes barely looked around the hall, as if 'she' was trying to escape into the music while still seaming to stay where 'she' was. 'Vella' was unsure if it was acceptable for women to dance once the supper portion was over, in Storkall it was always like a party, lost of dancing, singing and some friendly arm wrestling matches among the nobles and sometimes the the king joined in aswell.

Vale remembered his mother teaching him to dace at one of these, he had placed his smaller feet atop her dainty feet and had him follow the steps.
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The dinner was over quickly, well at least it was for 'Princess Vella'.
The king took her quite air at the table as her still being tired from her journey and had allowed 'Princess Vella' to leave early. So with a almost monotone manner, thanks was giving and the 'Princess' had swept back to her room.

Vale had scrubbed his face free of the make up himself as the ladies in waiting had hung up the dress, and fetched night wear for him. He had tried sleeping in the silk sheer night dresses and wound that he felt to exposed,
so the ladies chose a light tunic and some easy to move in bloomers every night after that.

Pulling the covers over himself once he had striped off every trinket from the supper attire, and pulling his ring back on, Vale fell into a fitful sleep.