It was a solemn company that left the castle.
Once full of sound and music. It was draped in welcoming banners no more.
The rain, with its sudden onset, poured down on the departers' heads.
Armour creaked as the horses stumbled through the mud.
The youngest prince was sulking at the twisting of his plans. A somewhat fearful glint in his eyes. Out of all of them, he alone knew what the eldest princess' curse meant.
He would not look up at the tallest tower, choosing to avert his eyes and creep away from their accusing windows.