The echoes of Aizel's footsteps reverberated from the elegant walls as he walked towards the hall.
He ate breakfast with everyone and chatted with Vespara and Daisy.
The morning passed slowly, with just idle talk and cutlery clinking to break the solitude. Aizel couldn't help but observe how everyone seemed to be restless as they aimlessly fidgeted and fussed with their food.
Soon, the trio discovered they had plenty of free time, with the hours stretching out before them like a huge, open plain.
Their heads were devoid of ideas, and their hands were lazy and restless. The approaching royal gala, the only notable event for the day, seemed impossibly far away in the distance.
As Daisy excused herself from the table and went into the restroom, Vespara took advantage of the chance to get closer to Aizel.
"Does Daisy know about the pink-haired woman?" She asked, her words dripping with caution.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!