Darkness had descended, onto the castle of Neimphonia it was truly a remarkable night, the caressing full moons fair illumination shinning down upon the festival’s people each dancing in a swaying coupling that seemed to light the very sky’s stars alight.

Such was the power of love.

From the queen’s very daughter, to the lowest milkmaid there was the feeling of glowing warmth seeping into the hearts of female kind, leaving a job of wooing to the more masculine side of the sex.

To attain love is something painful, but wonderful.

“Lady Amila please listen to me! This is so foolish, to force away yet another suitor.” An older woman said nearly desperately her voice filled with a very defined annoyance at the beautiful, if slightly confusing girl in front of her.

“I will not be forced into a relationship with any of those fools. They only desire me for my face, or my title.” Amila responded dispassionately, taking a delicate silver brush into her moving her long red hair onto one shoulder, slowly brushing the fine strands.

“Is there nothing I can do to convince you?” asked the older woman, sighing looking down, she knew she could not force her Lady to do anything she did not desire, but it was very painful to see such a beauty in the throws of lost love. Damn that Jamial.

“I am afraid not Grandmare. My heart has become jaded, though I am still in my youth.” The lovely girl sighed looking to her, dark bottomless brown eyes filled with an unidentified emotion, mixes of long lost pains that seemed to ebb and swell to the mimicry of the ocean.

“It is not because of Jamial that I sit here and go against my mothers wishes, and your own. It is because my heart tells me that there are things to yet be revealed and that I should not throw myself to the wolves, as I am one of them and all that will happen in the end is I will destroy them utterly.” Her softly pouty lips spoke quietly the small girl standing to walk over the wide window of her bedroom smiling to the older worn woman, the Grandmare seeming to soften at these uttered wishes and the curve of a small grin.

“As you wish My Lady.” The Grandmare nodded and stood, shifting to her wide feet, patched dress falling over her legs as she stood, gray hair reflecting in the moonlight floating over them from the wide open window.

This bedroom befit the Princess, it was large with a lovely green and silver simplicity, weaving colors of natural form going from the wide Persian rug of tassels and weaving swirls of silver fae, to the painted mural of ancient Underwater mermaids singing to their hearts content. Such a mural was passed from mother to daughter considered a treasure in its utter rarity, this room having been passed down from Amila’s mother Neimphonia to the girl herself.

“I will return later with news of your brother…goodnight my Lady.” The old woman smiled and kissed the younger girls forehead softly turning to go out of the room, shutting the large oak door behind her.

“Oh how I wish that the moon were a lover.” Whispered softly the beauty sitting at her vanity, staring up at the endless purity of the white moon. “Would life be so much simpler for me, to have the idle caress of a knowing lover that would forever see my beauty as so much more than a face.” Her eyes tilted down to the brush she held in her hand.

“And so…my memory of Jamial must fade.” She spoke softly, setting the brush aside, then allowing it to drop to the floor with a shivering thump that echoed silently in the beautiful room of the loveliest girl in the entire Kingdom.

The noise could be heard by the river.