The trumpets blared from a distance, calling forth all the monarchs who were still present.
Ysabel stood in the middle, her expression stoic as she waited for the commotion to quiet down. She knew that her announcement would confirm what had already been spread around.
'The walls have eyes and ears,' Ysabel thought bitterly. Word travelled faster than lightning, and she knew that every monarch standing before her must have packed their belongings already.
With the Azalean Ball around the corner, it would not be surprising that they would leave in haste. Preparations for the grandest ball were necessary.
Ysabel had heard that the place was magical. She had missed her chance the first time.
The other times were spent mourning her father.
She refused to celebrate when it was the time for her father had retired to bed. His muscles had grown weak, and he could no longer hold his weight.
