The dimly lit room was illuminated by the soft lights of the fireplace; the golden light shone, followed by the soft crackling sound of the fireplace. It was a moonless night.
The time was around 4 hours to midnight; Cedric hadn't returned yet to the palace. Everything was perfect for them to leave. Abrielle had instructed her maids to prepare her early for bed to make things easier. When she was gone, everyone would think she was asleep.
Abrielle sat in front of the fireplace with Yuki on her lap as she slowly rubbed its fur; she was worried and anxious. Although tonight was perfect throughout the day, she hadn't gotten any sign of Zoltana.