The nights were silent. Black cloth against the sky. Although there were whispers, they were like the wind through the keyholes to those who did not know to listen.
A small light bobbed. A candle dimmed by the hand shielding it. The youngest princess was restless.
There was expectation in the air. Tomorrow the betrothal would be finalized.
Whether or not it was yay or nay though... that had yet to be seen.