**Awake My Dreams—Edgar Hopp**
"The third dance is about to start your royal highness," Calyx said with a bow, seemingly unaware of what had been going on on the rooftop just a second ago.
Ember was still slightly panting, delirious from both her escapade and losing her wits at such an integral moment.
"The…the third dance?" She stuttered, still disoriented from her previous activities.
Calyx nodded. "Indeed your highness." She said, looking around as if she was searching for whom she suspected had been with Ember on the rooftop. "Commander Asborne said you came up here to find the Seventh High Lord, has he left?" She questioned innocently.
Ember sucked in a deep breath. "Yes. He has left. Just now in fact." She finished, cringing on how broken up her sentences were.
"I will take you to the side room to have your makeup touched up," Calyx said mechanically, summoning a small diary which she used to take down some notes. Ember on the other hand stared at her aghast.
