The ambience at the palace had been crappy and sought of gloom, especially amongst the royal family of the kingdom, which affected the look of every servants in the palace. Everyone wore on their faces stern looks and worked even more, having not the littlest chance to stuff their faces in each other's armpits, and make jokes about something funny. It had gotten to the hearing of the king and queen about their twins feisty brawl, and settling the situation amicably had been so futile, because Edla wasn't ready to even talk to anyone about the issue. She didn't tell to anybody the why she was so pissed, even when everyone in the family had gathered at the royal dinning room. The craziest part of it was that even Eadlin knew not why her sister had acted that way, and showed no unnecessary anger or curiosity when Elliott tried to end the bad blood between them, in the presence of their parents as the eldest son. She just remained so impassive, without any much words to say or things to

Ayden could not stop grinning from ear to ear, for many days over little things that didn't even warrant smiling about. Normally, he wasn't that kind of person to flash such lively demeanor, which surprised the many people that was watching him especially for the fact that, he had even looked so downcast and sad through the past weeks. He even looked so much better and glad at heart, than they had first seen him months ago, when he had just found out about the secret tunnel. He had spent more time than ever at Zachary's room, and voluntarily helped him to paint the perfect pictures for the scenes in his book. He helped him review his drafts and also gave him the plot ideas, that he had ideas about from being too much around the palace, and hearing the servants snitch words amongst themselves in secret. Zachary couldn't be more than shocked and utterly dumbfounded, at the nice attitude that Ayden had shown towards him without wanting any return. He then started to have the thoughts

Hendrix sat at the city library all day flipping through the numerous amount of books, he really had no idea about what they were. His mind had felt so out of it and tired lately, that it had been hard for him to even stay around his family. His mother had chosen to ignore his wishes against getting married, and decided to push for it without his permission. She had gone to visit the richest merchant that spun and sold the best quality of luxurious clothes, that would be presented as gift to the new daughter-in-law that she had always longed for. Coral who had been released from the grounding of her inability to leave the house, had surprisingly become less grouchy and just did her own things, while trying to please her brother. It was much harder for her to see her brother in a very tight spot, that her mother made it worse by forcing her to accompany her, whenever she went to the merchant's shop. It was almost an hopeless situation for her because, Edla who was her own friend did

"I don't think this wound is healing at all, Zachary," Edla cried softly to her brother, who was busy scribbling words on the paper in front of him with an ink pen that was placed on the table. He had left her to sleep after brewing some kind of tea he had gone to ask for at the infirmary, and had lied that he had pains in his body and needed something to sleep. Edla had woken up later in the evening still sleeping on his bed, as she raised her body up noiselessly from the soft bed which sprang up from its little dip. The first thing that came to her mind impulsively, was the check her disfigured arm to see how well it was healing. To her utmost dismay, the wound didn't seem closing the way it was expected to be. Only the bleeding appeared to have ceased, from the large amount that it dripped before. It hadn't even stopped finally. "Not healing at all?" Zachary whose back was facing the bed turned his head immediately she called to him, as he stood up from the chair that he was sitti

The air around the palace walls to the feast hall was well permeated with great opulence, to match the class of the nobles that were invited to the feast and to show them who was the superior one. The newly arriving invited guest trotted in with elegance in twos and threes, each having a great expectation of the reason why they were invited by the queen herself. It took Scarlett lot of courage to make up her mind and dress up for the feast, without putting the disappointment of it not being her own son's day to be announced forward. Hendrix who had been informed by his sister about the postponement of the marriage, still could not feel any better because it didn't sound like a good news to him. It was still a guarantee that the wedding would still hold. The time didn't matter. The palace seamster who made special clothes for the king and princes, had been summoned by the queen days before the feast, in order for him to make the best quality of cloth that would fit Elliott's positio