"Whoa!" Reis exclaimed cheerfully. She was admiring the view of the sea from the balcony. The moon hung low on the vast sky, creating quite an ethereal reflection on the waters below.
The waves crashed loudly against the tall rocks surrounding the bottom of the high ground.
Ysabel opened the largest wooden trunk brought in from their carriage. A smaller one sat beside all of her belongings.
Selecting the best of the dresses she had brought, Ysabel carefully laid them out in the Queen-sized bed.
A smaller bed was arranged across from hers. Unlike most of the monarchs that had been invited, Ysabel had been given a special privilege.
Shifting her attention to her only friend, Ysabel smiled rather fondly at her. All those years that they had grown up together in the castle made Ysabel's heart prick.
But she forced a tight smile to appear in the corners of her lips.
"Reis," Ysabel called out. The latter tore her gaze away from the scenic view and approached Ysabel.
