The cold music of night floated,as if it would freeze anything and everything on its path..
In the chamber of palace,sat countless figures,
Lost in deep discussion..
Of course in morning it was going to be a crowd of women,
Garbed in royal garbs..
He had to keep himself hidden..
He had to walk the path..
He watched as they figured countless paths..
And smiled..
The cold nights are like that..
Love is just that..
