30 May, 1359. Westerhaven Palace, Islia
The month continued in a blur of jousts, picnics and lively dinners to celebrate another spring. The weather was beautiful and the entire court seemed in high spirits. Even Queen Celia seemed to have regained some of her previous vigour and was amongst the activity, organising and attending events with enthusiasm. Her youngest boy was getting married and it would be a love match, she'd tell anyone who listened. It was to be a spring and summer full of merriment.
The only one who didn't seem to be embracing the merriment much was the groom-to-be. As the days ticked by, Camilla saw William become more and more withdrawn. He still took part in all events as expected of a prince and a future groom but his genuine smiles became less and less frequent, as if he were just going through the motions. He didn't even seem to be enjoying the jousts very much, striking down his opponents with practiced, brutal efficiency but little of his previous joy.
