It wasn't particularly late in the evening just yet. Yet after a long day of meetings filled with court politics there was nothing the Crown Princess would do rather than rest. While she had become so adapt at guiding the council meetings if her father allowed her so, she couldn't deny that it could be rather demanding. Everyone had their own will that they wanted the rest to adhere to, their own demands to push forward. She stood in the middle of it, the one with Ravaryn's best interest at heart.

The princess was already falling asleep. The book that was beside her was of no use, as she was too tired to let her eyes cross the page. So she slept comfortably, for a time. A tapping sound made her eyes flutter in confusion. Again, another tap. It took her some time to wake up and rub the sleep out of her eyes. The candle on her bedside table was still burning sotfly. It must have been nothing. But another tap followed, one that made her neck snap to her window. With a frown on her face she lept out of bed to the grand glass window. She opened the curtains, ready to face whatever had disturbed her sleep.

Or whomever. Because her eyes fell on a figure standing underneath her window, guitar in hand. She could hear him, his song. A sigh rolled off her lips, not now. But he must have seen her, and if she did not face him now she knew he would wake up the entire castle. She opened the window, feeling the cold breeze on her skin. Her hazel eyes found his, clearly curious if he would continue his song. Perhaps she was a little intrigued too.

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