What was good? Which one of them was wrong? Underneath the starry night sky, the moon seemed to cast a spell. Two opposing sides now gathered in the coolness of the castle gardens—a King and his Queen. A Queen and her King. Their images were reflected in the pitch black waters of the lake soon passed over as they moved on from the lake and the gazebo.
The two walked together without exchanging much words between them.
Perhaps there was no need for words, because their presence was enough to mollify the other. Or maybe it was just the lack of suitable topics to talk about, regardless the two stuck to one another for one reason or another.
Never exactly finding an appropriate way to express it.
