GALE KAPUR & GENEVIEVE ALBRECHT
Gale finally had a moment to herself.
It was tiring to be swarmed with so many nobles, and to be quite honest, Gale didn't care for very many of them. She thought she should, based on their class and their titles, but as far as personality went, the vast majority were as dry as stale bread. And just as enjoyable, she thought, which meant not at all. Duty made her go around and greet the guests, though she was relieved to see Altair swooping in often enough so that she could excuse herself and collect her head. She couldn't decide if he was doing it purposely or not; to be quite honest, she was not sure she even cared to dwell on it.
Her feet ached, her dress was itchy, she could count the number of friends in this room on one hand. Suddenly Gale was hit by the fact that she was getting married. She could feel the alienation creeping in, shielding her, defining her away from the rest of the room. She could see all of them milling around, not even aware of their hostess leaning against the wall, watching them as if they were just tiny insects on the ground.