THE FIRST DANCE

The sun started to set, everyone was in their position. The clouds flocked the sky above, dimming the last rays of light. The music flooded the plaza as the crowd celebrated and danced with the tempo. The dangling decorations rattled with the wind, its colors cast a colorful reflection on the street below. The picture was complete in Ophelia’s mind.

It was impossible to tell that it was all fake.

Having all the knights wear casual attires made them truly seem like civilians. The laughter that echoed in the atmosphere enhanced the play they were all part of. She couldn’t help but wonder if they were enjoying the moment as it lasted, or if it was just a facade to hide their nervousness.

“It’s a beautiful evening,” Luke whispered in her ears, sitting on her left. Ever since the festival began, Luke has been doing a good job of putting on a smile despite the glares thrown at him like daggers. “It’s been years since I felt at home.”

Ophelia tilted her head as she tried to read her brot