Sibyl sat in the palace courtyard the next morning with one of the Lords she had invited, Fausto.
The courtyard was quiet, though it was usually lively during the early hours. The palace servants moved quietly across the marble paths, and the sound of fountains trickling into stone basins seemed louder than usual. The palace had grown tense since the incident.
All festivities had been cancelled. And the people couldn't be more saddened.
"…it was actually a surprise," Fausto was saying. "I mean, what other proof is needed? But I also understand His Majesty. It's good to clear all suspicions."
Sibyl nodded slowly, her expression carefully arranged into one of delicate concern.
"I just don't want this to bother His Majesty so much," she replied softly. "Look at the kingdom even. All the festivities have been put on hold, and the people are questioning him. How did such an escape happen right under his nose?"
