Fire For You

Mircea blankly gazed at the dark shadowed ceiling that was casting a range of silhouettes of tall trees from the forest. The moon was up, lost behind the canopy of those tall trees. 

To-morrow was her birthday.

To-morrow counted she had lived twenty-four summers. 

She wasn't sure anybody in the palace had the knowledge of it seeing that it would be the second day of the coronation ceremony. Moreover, she had the thing that she had planned with Frey. 

Urban and Mircea hadn't gone all the way. She didn't quite know why they hadn't done it but she was grateful for it. Now that she looked back on their relationship there weren't any signs of him being manipulative or harassing her. He was gentle, yet there was something missing.