The masquerade ball was even more crowded than the Full Moon's—at least from what Giselle could remember about that night which wasn't so long ago now that she thought about it.
Draperies were bathed in gold and red; the colors Giselle had chosen. She smiled to herself, pleased. It looked just as regal as she'd hoped. Maybe even the King was pleased, but if he was she couldn't tell. He wasn't present yet, for some reason or the other. Tonight, she sat on the smaller chair beside his throne, a bit too tired to promenade the ballroom and converse with guests though she knew that eventually she would have to. Lysara was down there, as expected, laughing and enjoying herself with other ladies. Giselle couldn't spot her even from her semi-bird's-eye-view.
