It was no secret how much the Queen enjoyed throwing parties at her new place of Residence. When she was younger and living with her parents in Hunedoara she completely hated the idea of a ball. It meant her parents were trying to find her a husband, a husband she didn't want at the time. Since times were different for the Queen, she didn't mind throwing a party when she felt like it.
This was normally the time of the year she gathered all of her subjects to attend a ball of sorts at her home. Last year she didn't have many but since she has seen the growing number's in her faction rise, she was hoping for a better outcome this year. Rose had spent the last couple of weeks sending out invitations to the Vampire's she knew about in Vrevale and the possible surrounding areas but she has also left a flyer where her kind mingled a lot: Particular blood banks, hospitals, bars, anywhere she knew a Vampire would enjoy going. She knew the risk of the other species finding out and possibly getting upset at her for not inviting them, but this was Rose's way to show her love and affection to her kind, as well as get to know them.
When the day of the ball arrived, she was frantic at putting her home together, placing decorations where they should, making sure her almost endless amount of blood was stashed in the giant walk-in cooler that resided in her kitchen, and if they didn't want any from a bag, she had feeders on standby, continuously keeping up their blood supply by drinking orange juice and a snack. The Queen also made sure to have plenty of liquor around, considering most of the Vampire's she knew enjoyed a good drink. Everything was falling into place as Rose took a moment to look at her handiwork. Smiling in victory, Rose set forward to prepare herself for the ball and since this year was a masquerade, she was even more excited for it. There is a certain allure to a masquerade ball that she enjoyed. Perhaps it was the mystery of not knowing who was under the mask, but Rose would know, she always knew thanks to her bond with her people.
When Rose was finally finished getting ready she stood to look in front of her body length mirror for the final time, giving herself a once over, loving the dress she decided to buy for this occasion but what really stood out was the fact that for a split moment, she resembled her mother. She could see the same determined eyes, the same smile, and even the same facial structure. Rose was in awe and felt a little sadness wash over her. The sound of the doorbell broke her of her trance.
"Arnold, will you get that please?" Rose called down to the butler as she reached for her red and black laced mask. Gently putting it on to avoid ruining her makeup, she tied it in the back and smiled at her reflection. "Să o facem" She said quietly in Romanian telling her reflection to 'Let's do it.' As she made her way down the long corridor from her room to the giant ballroom she had in her home.
The sound of a trumpet deceased any chatter that may have been going on as the Harold announced her. "Introducing Her Majesty, Rosalia Illena Constantinescu, Queen of Hunedoara." And Simultaneously both the white french doors open to allow her to walk in with a smile on her face.
"Welcome everyone to this year's Masquerade ball! Let the night begin!"
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She walked further into the room letting her eyes dance over the details of the room. “Beautiful” she whispered to herself as she made her way to the bar to get herself a glass of blood wine to calm her nerves. In her head, she was battling with herself on whether she could handle this night out or not.