Myrcella, wearing a butterfly mask behind Mufasa, also walked over. She saw Mufasa chatting and laughing with a woman wearing a raccoon mask, so she decided to see what was happening.
However, as she got closer, she heard Mufasa call the raccoon lady "Miss Sansa."
She immediately knew the other person's identity.
"Brother Mufasa! Who is she?"
Myrcella asked, hooking Mufasa's arm, seemingly not having recognized that the person in front of her was Sansa Stark.
"That's Sansa! But I didn't expect her to wear a raccoon mask instead of a wolf head mask!"
"Mufasa, who is she?" Sansa Stark seemed not to recognize Myrcella's voice.
"My sister, or more accurately, my cousin, Princess Myrcella," Mufasa said.
Although Myrcella often called him brother, she should actually call him cousin.
"Oh, are you two hungry? Let's go get something to eat!" Mufasa suggested.
This masquerade ball was much like a normal ball, except everyone wore masks.
Long tables on the side were laden with food and drinks.
"Perfect, I'm a little hungry too! Mufasa, let's go together!" Sansa Stark said.
The three of them came to the dining table.
He picked up a plate with one hand and put a few pieces of bacon and eggs on it.
Sansa Stark, on the other hand, was delicately eating lemon cake with a fork.
Myrcella seemed to be drinking wine, but Mufasa looked closely and realized she was drinking sour plum juice.
"You can also dance at this ball! Mufasa, why don't we dance together later?" Sansa Stark invited again.
"Of course, Miss Sansa! It would be my honor," Mufasa said.
"Mufasa, you can just call me by my name from now on! No need to be so polite!" she said.
"Alright! Sansa!"
"I want to dance with you later too!" Myrcella tried to rest her chin on Mufasa's shoulder, but she was a bit too short, so she could only lean her head against Mufasa's chest.
"My cousin! Of course, that's no problem."
Many people at the ball began to dance gracefully, not only one man and one woman, but also two men and two women.
Mufasa suddenly felt something was off! Why were there two men and two women?
In the center of the hall, a man wearing a deer mask was dancing with a man wearing a hundred birds mask.
How should he describe them? Full of passion!
Mufasa turned his head away, no longer looking at them.
Just then, the sound of high heels clacking on the ground rang out.
Mufasa saw a woman in a rose-colored gown, wearing a swallow mask, walk out. A white rose was pinned to her chest.
When she arrived, the dancers all stopped and made way for her. As if she were the protagonist.
"Welcome everyone to my masquerade ball. I am Lady Rose! As for my true identity, I apologize, but I cannot tell you!"
So she was the so-called Lady Rose. Her voice sounded very young, probably around fourteen or fifteen years old.
"The purpose of my hosting this ball today is, firstly, to inherit tradition, and secondly, to seek excitement."
"Everyone, don't you think it's wonderful to make friends with a stranger from scratch, without knowing their identity?"
"This way, we can avoid treating others with worldly eyes and vulgar attitudes."
"Come on! Tonight, we stay awake and revel all night."
After Lady Rose finished speaking, she walked up to someone playing the harp.
"May I play a song?" she asked.
"It would be my honor." The harpist immediately yielded his instrument.
Lady Rose began to play "The Dornishman's Wife." And the singer next to her immediately began to sing.
The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun,
And her kisses were warmer than spring;
But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel,
And its kisses were a terrible thing.
The Dornishman's wife would sing when she bathed,
Like a peach, sweet and tender her tone;
But the Dornishman's blade had a song of its own,
As sharp and as cold as a leech.
He fell to the ground, and darkness echoed,
The taste of blood on his tongue.
His brother knelt and prayed for him,
But he laughed and sang aloud:
"Brother, oh brother, my end is nigh,
The Dornishman has taken my body,
No matter, mortals all must die,
But I have tasted the Dornishman's wife!"
Everyone present also started dancing while listening to the song.
Mufasa first danced with Sansa for a while, then with Myrcella for a while.
But after Mufasa finished dancing with Myrcella, Sansa came to invite him for another dance.
Mufasa felt that women seemed to have more stamina than men in some aspects. For example, shopping, or dancing.
Mufasa was already a bit tired, but Sansa Stark still seemed very excited, not tired at all.
Mufasa, helpless, had to dance with her again.
While dancing, when it was time to change partners, Mufasa suddenly heard someone quietly calling his name.
"Ser Mufasa!"
Mufasa's foot suddenly tripped over something, and he fell to the ground. He looked up and saw several ladies covering their skirts, moving away from Mufasa.
"Mufasa, are you alright!" Sansa whispered, then helped Mufasa up.
"I'm fine, I wasn't trampled by their high heels."
Then Mufasa looked at the person who called his name.
"Who are you, brother?" Mufasa said.
"And how did you recognize me?"
The person wearing a white owl mask showed a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"I recognized you by the cat face mask on your head!"
"My mask? Did we perhaps cross paths in last year's tourney?" Mufasa asked.
"That's right, we fought in the final battle. You won, I lost, Mufasa."
Mufasa then recognized who the person wearing the owl mask was.
Ser Loras the Knight of Flowers.
"Why are you also in the mood to attend this ball? Won't it distract you? Are you still participating in this year's tourney?" Mufasa asked.
"Of course! Are you not planning to participate?" Loras asked.
Mufasa nodded.
"The reason I came to this ball is because Lady Rose is my sister! After the ball ends, I'll introduce her to you!" Loras said.
"She's very beautiful, you know!"
The ball didn't end until dawn the next day.
That night, many young men and women, in their excitement, ended up in bed together.
They would likely have to drink a few cups of moon tea after returning home.
After all, premarital pregnancy is taboo everywhere.
Mufasa and the other two had now taken off their masks and were waiting for Ser Loras.
Ser Loras led his sister out of the castle.
"Sister, let me introduce you to Ser Mufasa!"
"Mufasa, this is my sister, Margaery Tyrell!"
Mufasa looked at Margaery, whose eyes sparkled with wisdom, a sweet smile on her face, tall and elegant in demeanor, and he performed a gentleman's bow.
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