"Be wise to censure of friends: those that are yours when your wings command the air stand no chance to those by your side when you only, but, dreamt to fly."
~
The Royal Kitchen Quarters,
The Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
Night without moon,
The first Thursnight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Crescence placed the large porcelain tray upon the kitchen's counter. It had been oddly so for over half a month. She could not discern a worthy reason for why the Royal Princess would not greet any persons or even exit her bed-chamber. Her victuals and necessities would be delivered to her door and none permitted to meet her.
The maiden took a bowl from the tray and inspected it. In all her years of service to the princess, she had never seen such a hasty pattern of emptying the dinner served.
