Theme of a Moonlit Night

Princess Airea of Moon Nebulum shot her eyes wide open, revealing their dark green colors as she woke up from her sleep. She found herself inside the room she was given in Rhapsodia - the room at the end of the west wing. Even though she had been introduced as the future queen of the kingdom and the king's fiance, they still stayed in different rooms. Of course, that was only until they actually get married.

She woke up in the wee hours of the night. She wasn't used to the place yet as she was still adjusting to her new home. 'I must have fallen asleep...' she thought to herself. Pushing the blanket aside, Airea got up from her bed and picked up the robe that hung on a nearby chair. She wore the robe around her and moved towards the door. Perhaps taking a breather would help her relax and hopefully, sleep would soon come after taking a walk. She gently opened her door, making sure that it wouldn't make a creaking sound so not to disturb anyone.

She stepped out of her room, the dim lit corridor of the palace greeted her. Lighted torches hung on the walls, lined next to each other, extending down the corridor. Then she walked down the corridor as silent as she can be. She wouldn't want to wake anyone up, nor alert anyone and have them thinking that she may be a spy. That wouldn't be impossible, right?

She walked down the corridors of Vermillion palace, the moons' light flickering as she walked past them. Her shadow was the only companion she had at the moonlit night. As she walked, she wondered how her brother was doing ever since she left. It would take a while for her to fully adjust to her new home, and stop worrying about her brother. After all, Lyon is the only family she has left. If she were to lose him too...

Soon, the Moon Nebulum princess saw a door opened ahead of her, light escaping from the room. Who could still be possibly awake at this hour? Curious, the young princess walked towards the room and took a peek.

"Oh.." was the only word that escaped from her lips as she saw the young Rhapsodian king, Mayhem, her soon to be husband sitting in front of his desk and almost buried in a pile of paperwork to deal with. When the king let out a sigh, the princess quickly pulled herself away from the door and leaned her back against the wall, hoping that Mayhem hasn't noticed her or anything. Then she let herself slowly slide down into a crouching person, her hands clasped together in front of her chest. Was she hiding? Yes. She wouldn't want to disturb him on his work now, would she?

However, a worried expression soon had taken over her. The king was still working even up to this time of night, as his kingdom's denizens are all sleeping so soundly in their own home without worrying about anything. She glanced over her shoulder and inside the room again, looking at Mayhem, seeing the tiredness all over him. But, he wouldn't stop working, nor does he seemed to plan on stopping either.

"Staying awake at this time of night would have you feeling drained of your strength, your majesty," she said, as she finally decided to show herself. The young king was put to an abrupt halt as he looked at her, an inquiring look on his face. "I.. I think you should at least... take a break. You're overworking yourself.."