The cacophony in the Great Hall had fallen into solemn silence. The rhythmic music had slowly faded into a soft hum, and the clinking of expensive crystal glasses had stopped. Watching the noisy palace, standing alone on the private royal balcony, the world was silent for her. Seyana Solaris leaned faintly against the smooth marble rail. The polished stone felt cold under her warm palms, a sharp contrast to the gentle warmth of the night breeze that softly brushed against her pale cheeks.
She looked slowly down. The palace gardens were shining beautifully, wholly lit by floating magical lamps that looked like golden fireflies. It was undeniably beautiful, and a romantic view of a Princess. But she never cares about the expensive view. Her shiny amber eyes stayed fixed upward on the moon, hanging solitarily in the dark sky like a lonely, watchful eye looking over a fragile world that had been saved from the brink of death today.
