OOC: ok! I'll copy/paste and update form me last post X3
IC:
Dekka slipped away, casual, confident steps carrying him back into the ballroom.
"Why, Duke Calent!" the duke began, friendly as ever when Dekka approached, but the thief raised his hand as the Duke's face paused and his lips fell into silence.
"No, you're mistaking me for someone else, I'm afraid," 'Duke Calent' began, standing before him with blood stains on his face and a scraped mask. I twas only then the Duke of HIghheart realized it.
"Landsakes... what happened to your face?" the duke asked.
Dekka slowly raised a hand up and removed the porcelain mask...
"I just murdered two of your guards and that wretched Lord Phillipe. I stole your wife's ring and various other trinkets and jewels throughout the night. I've flirted with your daughter, even charmed you, And while I was about to propose to your daughter, I decided to reveal my true self." He smiled darkly. "The mask has been cast away."
The duke, who was over whelmed by this sudden claim tried to laugh it off, the entire crowd already falling into a hush.
"Duke Calent, I.. I don't think I understand.."
"When presented with an engagement, the request was true, but the face was not. Nor the title," Dekka said simply. "You probably don't even recognize my face."
The duke onyl stared at him questionably, but as he tried to read his face he felt too ashamed to reply as he asked, "What are you getting at?"
"What I meant to tell you is you've all been duped," Dekka informed.
The duke's eyes widened.
"I am not the Duke of Allar,"Dekka said, using one hand to unbutton the high collar around his neck, his long signature braid spilling over his shoulder. The duke was a bit surprised, but still did not see the connection...
And it was only then Dekka held out his ring.
"I go by another, more prestigious title," he informed, his eyes locking upon his. "I'm the King of thieves. You will find my signature burned onto Lord Phillipe's corpse."
Panic soon ensued, the entire room awakening into alarm. Guards were called and chaos swallowing the masses, but Dekka remained cool, standing before the duke wearing nothing but a cool smile upon his lips.
As the swell of guards were about to reach him- the thief simply raised his hand, a shot exploding from his wrist, ripping apart the fragile fabrics of his sleeves and towards the chandelier his hook shot went, and once it found itself secure, away the king of thieves flew-
leaving a mass of confused guards in his wake as they all craned their necks up towards the ceiling, up at the glittering gold chandelier.
"It has been fun, High Heart," he said, saluting the duke, the crowds, then away he went- disappearing into another story of legends.
"Guards, guards! To my daughters room! See that Kathryn is well!" he clamored, and quickly the guards rushed through, pounding the door open to see that the lady was alright...
OOC: Kathryn might need her sister to comfort her after a night like this! <3