On the 10^th of October, the pale crescent moon had shone like a slivery claw in the night sky, providing an exquisite night for a ball. The Royal ball occasionally proved to be the mother of all balls. It was a time in which the prestigious people in the kingdom rubbed shoulders with one another.

“Every detail has been woven into place,” this was Jack’s way of telling the king that the mansion had been fully scouted.

It was a baronial mansion, set looming behind an embellishing garden. It was furtive, yet so openly inviting. What seemingly looked like a marble staircase illustrated a separation for the outrageous receiving suites. The guest’s fancy ball gowns, accompanied by their finest jewellery and sliver-shining tiaras, accentuated the mansion’s esteemed beauty. Throughout the evening, low bows and curtsying took place, and they were accompanied by the exchanges of nasal laughs throughout the entire hall.

On Chandelier’s arrival, everyone gathered at the ball looked towards her direction. But her ornamental presence was made impotent by the many shining red and green wine glasses there. Nevertheless, she was very exquisite! Even Her Royal Highness, Emeraldia, being society’s finest beauty, and her usual entourage, could not compare with her. She was regarded as one of the country’s most astounding beauties, and she had a suntanned skin, dark narrow eyebrows, and blushing high cheeks. Almost every gentleman flashed a coup d’oeil in her direction, but none dared to approach.

“Such a vivid impression,” said one of the champagne servers as they looked on at Chandelier.

The chandeliers, in awe of Chandelier’s aura, seemingly curtsied in acknowledgement of her eminence. They were effortlessly covered with differently coloured crystals, and they had the most inviting ballroom appeal. Chandelier’s dress was no different from her namesake ornaments, and the sparkling tiers on it made it look like she was intentionally living up to her name.

On seeing Chandelier, Jack was mesmerised by her. Alongside the precious pearl, was one of His Royal Majesty’s faithful squires, who, having miraculously appeared, disturbed Jack’s enchanted ever after scenery. They were heading towards his direction, and his heart pounded as though it was being hammered by a powerful hammer. As they got closer, his blushed and fairly strong cheek bones suddenly became very bright.

“Pull yourself together, would you!” the squire surreptitiously called out, saving both the Royal society and Jack from an awful embarrassment. As expected from a squire, he had brought with him (or, should I say, had accompanied) a message from his Majesty, who had not yet made an appearance. Jack had introduced the idea of being fashionably ‘late’ to His Majesty, and he had taken to it with much zeal.

“Are you confident about this, young man?” his Royal Majesty had asked a decade ago after Jack introduced him to the idea.

“May you live long your Royal Majesty, and I am most confident about this decision,” Jack responded. He always had a way of impressing the king with the authority in his speech.

Tell us: Do you think Jack should pursue a romantic relationship with the majestic Chandelier?