Night lay over the Sveinsdottir Palace. In the solitude of the Garden of Sveinsdottir Palace, Prince Audemar Cirillo walked alone to the top of the rise where a Gazebo stood, his tattered cape cradled within his arms. He touched the surface as he ran his fingers through as he phased inside of it. Prince Audemar inhaled before letting out a deep sigh.
In this Gazebo, Audemar Cirillo and Andraste Csilla used to spend their time together. After several months of being away from her, Prince Audemar Cirillo De'Loughrey had come to be with her just in time, to comfort her in whatever way he might, to give Andraste Csilla what companionship he could.
Prince Audemar Cirillo paused momentarily, stared at the gilded ceiling of the Gazebo as at the center of it was decorated by a hanging five-armed rose gold metal candelabra, with crystal drops that adorned the candelabra magnificently. Rust and dust were nowhere in sight.
