Three days had come and gone, and what was left of what was supposed to be the most monumental wedding of the century, were only the decorations in the hall yet to be taken down.
Princess Zelda stood in the middle of the hall, the joy that had once painted its walls still reverberating. In the middle of the phantom sounds that surrounded her, she had found her heartbeat from that day, the way it had pounded when the King was to pick his bride, and the way she had come to accept her fate when the King had walked up to who she had thought would be Princess Kitana but was the maid instead.
And now, instead of a wedding, there was going to be a council meeting with the King.
Poor lady, Zelda thought of the maid. When the King pulled her out in front of everyone, she looked like a scared little mouse. The switch of the mood in the hall had been instantaneous, and after that, she didn't know whether to keep staying in the Castle or leave for her own.
