While the ball at Lady Catherine’s estate came to an end the one in the palace continued for what felt like an eternity. Rose reached home on time and after enjoying her dinner with Dame Petal, she went to bed with thoughts of Prince Thorn and the enchanting evening that she had spent with him.
As she recollected the conversations that he and she had, she noticed that the dove had a faraway look as it sat near the window. She rolled off from her bed and went towards the dove cautiously. She tried to see what had caught the dove’s attention but as predicted there was nothing but the snow-filled streets.
“What are you looking at my dear friend,” she whispered as she pulled the dove near her.
The dove glanced at her for a minute and with a sad face pecked lightly on the window.
“You want
