"Ah! The main guests are almost here!" Queen was scarily breathing. "Is everything done?! Excellent!" Her hands were shaking... The hell, her whole body were shaking like there would be no tomorrow!
The King gently put his hand on her shoulder and murmured sweetly: "Honey, you're overreacting a little bit, don't you think...?"
"I do! But do I?!"
"Oh, honey, everything will be just perfect." He sighted heavily, while petting her head softly.
"Will it, though?! Okay... I trust you, my love."
Then the first guests arrived. They were human in nature: government workers, nobility, cultural figures etc. They were posh and sightly in horror mixed anticipation. They weren't smiling sincerely they were wearing masks of happines. Horrific, I'd say, in many ways.
The party that arrived next was wholly indifferent to... Well... Everything. They didn't give a fuck about people, decorations, food, music and even the freaking reason they'd came here. They just couldn't care less.
The "whatever" people are the Shadows - eldritch entities of our great home planet. They just exist, without any smallest reason, they born and then they die. Or it just looks like it.
The First of the Shadows, who is kind of a king-queen of their nation, slowly floated their way through the big castle doors. They said nothing only tilted their head slightly which looked like they had a seizure or something. Their entourage "came" in after them. Then the Shadows was assigned with their own servant - Medea, the macaroni girl.
Medea was over the moon, happily welcoming her guests. She jollily was asking them about literally everything she could think of. They weren't answering at all but she was fine with it, and in such peculiar way they went towards the area specifically reserved for them.
The Mage's Dodecahedron arrived shortly after "I don't give a damn" party. And if shadow-people were entirely apathetic, the sparkly-magic-people were bitchy as hell. No one ever looked at me with such disdain. The hell with me, but our monarchy...
The Dodecahedron consisted of twelve high magi - six most powerful sorcerers and their six apprentices. Their sprauncy gowns shimmered with some mystical light. But one of them stood out. Her head was covered with the biggest pointy hat I'd ever seen. The hat was so broad-rimmed that it barely fit in the castle doorway. It was the Grand Archimage - Nessa, the Golden Galaxy.
"We are happy to welcome you in our humble abode, the Magnificent Dodecahedron." The King bow down. The Queen followed:
"And you, the Grand Archimage."
"Of course you are." Hissed the Golden Galaxy balefully.
She looked maleficent, poisonous even, like a red serpent ready to devour every single thing she came across.
The Dodecahedron was assigned with Edward. Bony little servant with beautiful big eyes the color of royal sapphire.
"At least the pigmentation of his eyes' irises is appealing..." Said one of the magi and others sorcerers sighted with arrogance.
"Shut up, please, will you?" Replied the red serpent angrily. "Lead, human." She snorted looking at Edward with the eyes of a killer.
"Y-yes, my lady, here." Edward pointed his hand in the right direction and the "killing" party proceed.