Third Person
Morning spread beautifully through the palace of Silverreach while disaster waited quietly in the corner to unfold. The night had ended with blissful cheers on the faces of many. Someone like Prince Marcus had returned to his quarters with smiles, a plan to take over, and a speech of succession ready to be read out. He had even gone as far as to pick out an attire, something that didn't present his desperation to take over the throne but was elegant enough for his presence not to be overlooked.
Prince Rhett and Hazel had sneaked away from the crowd, not too early to be noticed. Moreover, his bride-to-be had long faded into the crowds, and with no one to talk to or pretend to entertain, he walked away too. They walked through the quiet garden. Hazel trailed behind him like the steady shade of protection, assurance, and boundary Rhett dared not cross.
