It had been almost half an hour since Abigail saw Alex in that gallery. He didn't seem fine at all after sending the guy to the dungeon. No matter what she couldn't reckon what had happened. The guy was not even close to him, possibly he stole something, or said something that he loathed.
Amidst the crowd, she was unable to earn the courage to stand by his side. As the sun slowly radiated, notifying its furlough, the packed ballroom went desolate. Most of the people forgot about the guy, and enjoyed the time, dancing, and drinking. She didn't even care about the significance of this day. All she cared about was Alex. He wasn't there in the gallery, not even in his bedroom. Where did he go?
Queen Mother and Louis were busy with the guests that arrived, they were probably their relatives.
