At a half past six in the evening, Sigrid finally made an appearance that told everyone at The Vale that she had officially ended her mourning period. For one, she was not wearing black anymore, her dress of choice was a yellow evening gown that flowed down seamlessly and bunched up around her feet.
The news of her appearance in a colorful dress traveled quickly through the castle. Word that she had been smiling and walking arm in arm with the crown prince was shared and noise returned to the castle. While she had been grieving, everyone had been tiptoeing around, afraid to make the slightest noise as if any sound could remind her of her tragedy.
As they approached the dining room whose entirely lay out had been changed, Roland could still not believe that Sigrid was back to her old self. He stole another glance at her again.
"What is wrong? Is there something on my face?
