Moonshade was pacing back and forth in one of the halls. It got this way often when she was working on one of her new ideas. She had very odd ways of coming to conclusions. Some of the servants had even seen her dance, alone and with no music, except what she could hear in her head. Her hands were together, fingers entwined, except for her index fingers. Stretched out straight and pressed together, they rested over her lips as she moved to and fro.
"What am I supposed to do?"
The princess' voice reached her ears and dragged her from her thoughts. She watched as she walked past and then followed, easily coming up to walk beside her. For a moment, she simply studied Jessamine's face and then smiled softly. "You are troubled." Was all she said. She never asks, simply waits for the moment that her opinion is requested.
