A few minutes ago, after Ave walked into the doomed palace leaving Isolde in the carriage, the girl had first obediently sat inside, using her hand fan to elegantly fan herself as she tried to imagine what tomorrow would be like at the ceremony. It was going to be her—their first time ever performing at their father's birthday ceremony, and if she said she wasn't excited and nervous at the same time, it would be a lie.
Not to mention that wench Madeline would be performing before them. Sometimes, she couldn't help but wonder if even their own father was in support of Madeline over his own daughters. And thinking about their dance tomorrow suddenly made her restless and unable to remain in the carriage as it suddenly felt stuffy and suffocating.
