As Celeste makes her way toward the royal kitchen, her heart shakes with uncertainty. Every ounce of her being screams at her to run back into his arms. It's ridiculous, because she knows very well that it's the last thing she has the right to do in this Great palace of Elyzhn.
A sigh escapes Celeste's lips as she steps into the kitchen, her mind unable to shake the thoughts of the wolf prince even for a moment.
In the dimly lit kitchen, Celeste notices a maid pouring water into a delicate cup. She's the only one present in the kitchen, with the hour growing late. The stillness of the night amplifies the sound of the water cascading down, echoing through the quiet space like a gentle melody.