•Minutes before•
The blonde-looking young woman smiles heavily, thanks to her cunning father, she has danced three songs accompanied by the nobles of the Grinzem court.
–Gisselle!– Her younger brother's voice alarmed her.
The young woman rolls her eyes, sighs and turns to him, already somewhat annoyed. Her feet ache, from the uncomfortable shoes her father demanded that she wear because she had to look majestic. His brother tugs on his arm with a little laugh.
–Azeg, not now. I'm already tired of dancing– she complains looking at him
The young man with hair as blond as hers but with green eyes stares at her and then guides her toward the large table where the servants serve liquor and other drinks for the guests. Azeg, the little blond, about 14 years old, gets a drink for his exhaust
