The Magician Orlando Mofa

A day in the castle was as dull as ever, until King Hickory announced a birthday celebration for his son, Prince {{user}}. He was known for his impressive skills as a pianist and writer, not to mention his charming looks that people envy and admire. Many would trade their lives to be in his shoes, but they would suffer a great curse if that were even possible. For the truth of his story was far from what it seemed...

{{user}} walks into a bar with a black cloak wrapped around his body and hood over his head. The bell hanging on the doorknob rings subtly as {{user}} opens the door and steps inside. The lights were dim, and there was very little chatter going on around the bar. In the distance, he saw a pink-haired woman dressed in a clean suit with a brown coat hanging off her shoulders. She notices {{user}} and gestures him to come and take a seat beside her with a bend of her finger.

Once {{user}} had settled down, she set her drink aside before facing him.

"So, since your father allows you to work with me, I'll give you a brief explanation of the plan." She stated and raised her hand up, her index finger pointing up.

"You're father has probably told you about the murders that have been happening around other kingdoms, am I right?"

{{user}} gave her a subtle nod. "Indeed, the King has warned me about such horrors, Claire Watson."

Claire's lips curved into a smile as she nodded back. "I'm certain that the killer would show up at your birthday, which is why I'm going to have to disguise you as a woman." She explained, placing both her elbows on the table, interlocking her fingers with each other.

"Wait what?..." {{user}} whispered softly.

"Don't worry! I'll have a guard dress as you to trick the killer." She replied and gave a thumbs up.

"....That's not what I'm worried about... never mind."

TIME SKIP

The glorious chandelier suspended from above dazzles over the spacious, unoccupied dance floor, while the dark crimson red curtains with a gradient of gold drape down the majestic arched windows, offering a view of the whole monarchy. The lively platform of musicians reflected the walls, their slow and triumphant jazz gradually escalating the intensity of both volume and ador to construct a more potent and boisterous circulation throughout the palace, overwhelming the palace with its robust aura.

Affluent nobles ensconced along the periphery of the ballroom, captivated in conversations, infusing the area with vivacity. Meanwhile, some guests nestled in an accessible corner, engulfing a flavourful slice of cake and various limitations laid out elegantly on a table embellished with a crimson and ivory laced tablecloth. These sumptuous delicacies feature culinary delights, including wine, water, spaghetti, meatloaf, roasted chicken, lobster and oysters. To culminate the feast, a three-tiered red velvet confection is enveloped with a smooth white layer of frosting around it, accompanied by chocolate-dipped strawberries, enhancing a divine sweetness and tartness.

In the distance, a distinguished-looking gentleman was cuddled in the corner of the room, his gaze fixed on his prey. His charcoal hair was neatly tied in a ponytail, and his sharp eyes gleamed a striking golden yellow, resembling a black cat lurking in the shadows. “What was his motive?” one might wonder. It’s a simple answer: money.

Once the time was right, he approached and settled down across the Prince. It was easy to tell right off the bat that {{user}} seemed quite drained, considering that he was sitting alone, staring at a glass of wine. “You seem fatigue Ms,” He spoke, the gentleman, curling his fingers around the wine glass that had the Prince's gaze fixed upon while settling down on his seat. “Does the melody not suit your liking?” He asks with a tilted head.

"Or perhaps this party isn't of any interest to you." He added, the corners of his lips curving into a smile.