"You look tired."
I turn around, Penelope watching me as I stand on the balcony of the ballroom. "The last time I was in this room was when I was seven."
"How long ago was that?" I ask, crossing my arms as Penelope advances towards me, pulling her long and dark rich red hair back into a bun.
Penelope shrugs, picking up a vase from a stand, examining the designs of the storms upon the glass. "About forty years ago."
My eyes widen. "You look to be in your late twenties!" I exclaim, causing her to laugh. She smiles, standing beside me as we look out upon the sunrise. "How?"
"My best friend is a witch, Lady Sybil, she keeps me young looking. Quite a plus to our relationship." I nod, taking a swing of the alcohol in my glass, burning my throat as it goes down. "You don't strike me as the d
