The day had finally come. The day of the departure of the Emperor and his Empress for their honeymoon. It was in the wee hours of the morning that Aurora had been woken from her slumber, forced to go through a three-hour bath that consisted of numerous scrubbing, scenting, oiling and what not. It was as if the day of her wedding was repeating all over again. She huffed in frustration, wondering if the same was being done for the Emperor or not.
He was. As annoyed as he was, Tesarius too could not object to the make up routine his attendees had prepared for him, no matter how much he demanded he fulfill his sleep. He claimed sleep was the best make up he could have, but the said he had had enough. Apparently, he was told to go to bed early the previous night, but spent hours finishing unfinished work that had piled up on his desk.
