A New Feeling

Asthenosthene was provided her own carriage when coming to the event. So as Chaol and the Countess Cressa who were both in separated transports.

Due to how cramped their first carriage was, the King has sent each individual coming to the ball with a carriage.

Asty could feel her chest thumping faster and faster.

"You okay?" Othello asked her with concern in his raspy voice.

Asty nodded at him and smiled. "I'm okay."

"Mhmm." Othello smiled back and looked outside. "I've never seen the Palace this bright before. It's changed so much since I've left this place."

"How did it look like before?"

"Gloomy as hell. Much gloomier than that crappy castle Chaol owns." he jested.

Asty chuckled. "Really? That's odd." she took a closer look at his brother, who too- seems to be nervous like her, if not, much more. "Are you, okay, brother?"