The rest of the day went by in a blur.
Ilaria had been far too excited to keep her composure. Well, not that she tried to. The moment she left the throne room, she practically floated through the corridors, humming under her breath with a smile so bright that servants paused mid-step to bow, whispering confused greetings as she passed.
Even the guards posted outside the chambers were not spared the gentle whirlwind that was their princess. Because for the first time in weeks, her mind was not weighed down by worry or longing. For tomorrow, she would finally be by his side. Not waiting behind stone walls, but there, where he was.
And of course, Melyn heard about it first.
