SIX YEARS LATER,
WHEN THE MORNING COMES,
WHEN WE SEE WHAT WE'VE BECOME.
IN THE COLD LIGHT OF DAY
WE'RE A FLAME IN THE WIND,
NOT THE FIRE THAT WE'VE BEGUN.
- Happier; Marshmellow, Bastille
The palace was busy unlike usual. Servants running here and there, everyone trying their best to keep up with the work they had to do. Tonight, had to be perfect just like other impeccable parties the Queen throws. Even a small mistake would result in unimaginable anger of the Queen and no one, not a single soul wanted to be the recipient of her fury. Tonight, will mark the beginning of the famous one month ‘Regiah’, the sacred witch festival which feel once every three years. Tonight, the capital will be decorated in shimmery magical lights and sacred flowers. Legend had it that when the magic fir
