RSVP: Keysta at the Ball

She watched the dancers twirl in their bright gowns.
Plain she felt, a girl playing dress up, all
ruffled, beribboned in a borrowed pink gown.
Dancers wheeled past, all unknown; she stood tall,
wondering which of the flouncing follies
had the ear of her enemy. Whose spies
floated on the strains of sweet melodies?
They moved like pale reflections–washed out lies
in petticoats. She alone was solid,
real, she had some dimension the guests lacked.
She needed air, fled the ballroom; valid
excuse or no, she had to go; with tact
she withdrew to the balcony and smiled,
the fellow she’d sought stood in shadow concealed.

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A scene from later in the Curse Breaker Saga. I have to stop here before I give away too much even though I really, really want to do a series of sonnets. Alas, I will return to this later to do that. This scene takes place after a major story arc is resolved. One I want to keep under wraps until you’ve read (and I’ve published) those books. Sorry. If you hadn’t guessed, the man standing on the balcony (and crashing the party) is Sarn.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “RSVP.”