The room, was in fact, decked out with a million candles.
They bathed the great hall into a soft and wavering light.
Glinda could not help but marvel at the sight.
Despite all of her distractions, regarding foes and duties and what not, she still appreciated her handiwork.
Not any of the balls she had attended in her day as a novice n her parents' presence, nor any she had partaken of in her time at the Wizard of Oz' court, could equal the ones she had hosted in her span as ruler.
There were a few things she mastered, and throwing a grand party was certainly one of them.
Definitely.
Glinda smiled happily to herself, allowing her senses to take in the magnificent sea of candles and beautifully woven flower arrangements that adorned the pillars and walls, as though the orchids had grown there naturally.
"Mylady.." a servant came over to her in the rush of last preparations, inquiring about the quality and layout of the food, last minute arrangements..the such.
Glinda could not help but grin inwardly, when he, upon seeing her in her dress and splendor, did a double take, catching his breath.
She still had it.
Good to know.
She calmly answered his questions and surveyed the entrance of half of the nobility of Oz,while she remained invisible, still, behind the great curtains.
Again, she caught her eyes unconsciously scanning for something green… just, just a hint of it.
Her heart even quickened at a pair of green gloves, just before she caught herself.
She really needed to stop doing this, she scolded herself sighing.
Glinda turned away, to give her welcoming speech from the little balcony, fashionably late, as always.
Thus, she missed the rumour that rose among the assembled crowd upon the arrival of a prince, no, a princess, whose family had iced up relations with the Ruler, after their son had been arrested and presumably tortured to death, in the halls of the Emerald Castle.
