The night was deep, and a veil of darkness enveloped Lake Texcoco, large bonfires were lit all around the capital city. The royal palace was bright with firelight, and servants bustled about. Joyous singing and laughter floated through the rose garden, while inside the King's Great Hall, there was still an atmosphere of quiet and solemnity.
Aweit sat on the throne with paper and pen in hand, attending to the affairs of the Alliance. His expression was indifferent, and with each stroke of the pen, he decided the fate of others. After a while, he set down his feather pen and glanced at the dim sky outside the hall.
"It's so late already..."
Aweit's brow furrowed slightly, busy until now and indeed feeling a bit hungry. He instructed a guard in the hall.
"Go check what Alisa is doing, whether she has eaten or not."
"As you command, Your Majesty!"
