**Waltz of the Stars—Eternal Eclipse**
EMBER's POV
Morning came, and Ember's heart remained as shattered as it had been the night before. Sleep had eluded her, while she stared aimlessly at her roof like a lost puppy.
When Nada came to wake her, the Handmaiden avoided her eyes like it would petrify her. And the bad mood didn't ebb in the least. Not even when Mistress Cecilia and her wardrobe crew members graced her fitting room with much dramatic flair.
They were all filled with joyful chatters—the very picture perfect image of spirited workers that had a good night of sleep. They were all excited to be dressing the princess royal who had accomplished a mission in the ice hardened state of Vaskor. But less than five minutes into the dress fitting affair, the cheery mood died down to an exchange of silent glances and an uncomfortable silence that Ember didn't find uncomfortable in the least.
