No rain overlooked this night—the clouds however rolled through all the same; enough for a few stars to gleam at least. The deal was struck only this evening and the night carried the weight of everyone's unrest.
The prime minister departed, some of the guests even departed while some stayed to leave by dawn. Success? Only time would tell and only hope could drive them forward.
Twenty-four days—three weeks plus to prepare and plans were already brewing within the paranoiac's mind as she lied in bed, staring up.
Alone with her thoughts, awaiting another night to be intertwined with someone else's arms. Just as her memories of crimson locks whisked past her, she felt a shiver down her spine.
Jotou peered to her left. 'I swear I just saw something blue flash.' She knitted her brows and picked up her blade by the nightstand. The curtains obstructed a little bit of her view as she crept up in a nightgown.
