The ball was getting closer and closer.
Even from within the manor, the pressure of it could already be felt. Preparations were happening elsewhere, at the Rainbow Palace, but its influence still reached them.
Conversations shifted, gossip was high, schedules tightened, and everything seemed to revolve around that one upcoming event.
And finally, Amethiel's family stopped pestering him.
Mostly because of the undeniable fact that Amethiel had managed to manipulate them by crying and throwing a tantrum.
That memory lingered in the back of his mind, not unpleasant, but not something he lingered on either.
'Effective,' he thought simply.
And also, after that day, Amethiel made it a point to show himself to his brothers and his father at least once a day.
Just enough.
Just long enough for them to see him, to reassure them, to keep them satisfied.
Then he would leave again.
So now, everything was at peace.
At least on the surface.
