On this cold winter night, every heart was filled with warmth and hope. All were convinced that under Henry's leadership, Westwood Laine Castle would have an even more glorious future.
The next day, the sun lazily climbed into the sky, casting its light upon the streets of Westwood Laine Castle.
The entire town was exceptionally quiet, as if still savoring the previous night's revelry.
Only a few early risers were seen staggering across the streets, enjoying the festival's peace.
Most of the populace slept until noon. They were exhausted from the previous night's revelry, but their faces still wore smiles.
A few who had drunk too much even slept straight through to the afternoon, their snores as loud as the previous night's laughter.
But no one was anxious about waking up late, for today was still part of the New Year's holiday, just as Henry had decreed.
