As the Nobles swing into the beautiful and vast ballroom, the King of Chesterfawn remained seated on the top of the stairs.Somewhere, deep inside him- consternation rises. No matter where his eyes looked, he could never spot the person or perhaps creature, that he was looking for."Your Majesty."His bright green eyes blinked, and then he turned his head to find a woman clad in a beautiful red regalia. Her hair was tied in beautiful shimmering ribbons and she wore a gentle smile on her small face."Your Majesty, Her Highness, Loretta Lynn is here." one of his servants whispered. "I brought her here because she demanded to see you."The King ignored the princess. She looked at him, hurt, and lowered her gaze. "Your Majesty," she called out to him."Princess Loretta," he began, while his eyes still focused on the ballroom. "What is it?"His cold voice had the princes

On the far side of the ballroom, Asty's group had gathered in one table to dine. They listened on the harmonious classical music that was playing on the background. "The Palace does really have the best musicians, don't they?" Noelle whispered.Asty nods. "Yeah. I think so too!"Asty wiped her lips gently with a piece of cloth after having her meal. Mrs. Pickinns and the carriage navigator were busy dining.They were seated in a massive table wrapped in pristine white, handwoven tablecloths with different exquisite cuisines above. From tender, juicy meat of unknown origins to perfectly spiced seafood to mouth watering desserts, everything was displayed before them. Meanwhile as they were minding their businesses, a few male nobles stole glances at the group from the other table. They were constantly sharing whispers with one another.Mrs. Pickinns closed her e

As Chaol returned to a distinct place where Owl and Yvonne had planned, he stole a few glances of Asthenosthene. She was returning to the table with a smile on her face. Mrs. Pickinns immediately examined the child's body whether there was something that changed.There wasn't. At least for now.From the far distance Chaol bellowed over to Asty:s direction. He could not take his eyes off her, somehow. There was something within in that intrigued him and he could not determine what it was. Her voice perhaps? Her kind personality? Her bright features that seemed so opposite from him? Or was it her purity? He did not know. All he could think of was: to have her in his arms. That gentle, small hands to caress him as they danced felt so perfectly fit within his palms. Her curvaceous waist, he could not help but smile as his hands were placed perfectly upon her sides. Everything about her, perfectly matched him. She was extraordinary

PALACE Sitting on a soft silky, red couch, the King of Chesterfawn eyed the envelope that the count had given to him a few days ago, during the Ball. It has been days and he has not lifted the envelope's contents. He reaches out to the sleek paper and heaved a sigh. He carefully opened the flap and cautiously took out a small piece of paper inside. Inside it was his invitation to a Noble. He examined the paper. At the back of his invitation, were characters written by ink. The penmanship seemed to be neat at the beginning, but started to lose its pleasantness at the end. It was like whomever who had written it, had a few seconds to relay the message. It was like... it was timed.

As the moon rose high above the thicket of trees, Asty and Noelle made their final touches inside the warehouse. They roamed around to see whether something was left unclean. After a few inspections, they concluded that the warehouse was squeaky clean.  Even the door that Noelle broke on purpose had been replaced. The warehouse looked like a different place. From a rubbish container of rats and crows, it had become a safehouse of cloth and garments.  Asty sat on one of the boxes and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. She sighed in exhaustion. Noelle was standing still on the corner, catching his breath. He had just finished moving the cabinets from the corner. "We're finally finished." he spoke between breaths.