Stars and stripes, blue, red and white - the world around her was a myriad of colour, a maze designed to confuse. Only those blessed with steely eyes and a sharped vision could cut through its delicacies to pierce at what - and who - laid underneath. All these guests might have counted themselves among the high and mighty, claimed to have understood the games of power - but Victoria saw them for who they truly were - the ignorant and weak, innocent to what truly lay underneath. Make no mistake, it might have been a beautiful day - one of celebration and patriotism - but even a place of gilded splendor can be a battlefield. When at war, the struggle never ceases. And they might have stripped her of her gun and dagger at doors entrance - but that did not mean she was powerless.
More amused at the sights that unfolded than anything else, Victoria sipped on her cocktail, the bitterness of the gin tender on her tongue. Above her, the sun beat down - but did little to melt the ice within. It would take more than summer to melt the winter of her heart. Catching sight of a familiar figure appearing at her side, Victoria crooned, seizing the opportunity to get the first word in - gain the upper hand, if you would. “The world is becoming too small.” Swallowing the last of her clear liquid and draining her glass, she caught the bartenders attention. “And here I thought this event was for the exclusive.” The words danced on her lips - halfway between a jest and an insult.