The sweetness of the evening and grapes didn't last long as the night's veil fell upon the city, the time for everyone to head to their warm rooms and retreat for the night. Iseul's eyes grew tired, a great timing for the princess to come in.
Iseul wouldn't have the heart to cut their friendly moment short by saying he felt tired, so tired he was about to fall asleep right then and there; The fire giving a comfortable feeling to sleep.
The princess looked at Iseul and gave a smile before nudging her head to a large archway leader to a hall full of doors "Your room should be ready, dear," she spoke.
Iseul gave the prince a bow before standing up to move towards the princess.
The prince who got left behind by the boy who made him feel different, got frustrated their sweet moment had to end so soon, he hated when people would flee from him. Fleeing however, wasn't the case here, Iseul didn't feel fear looking at the prince, he simply felt tired.
