The music was playing loudly in the ballroom. Saphira was slowly walking down the hallways, waiting for her name to announced for the guests. She stopped by a window and saw the crowd dispersing. Most had entered the castle, and soon horse drawn carriages were rolling up to the entrance. With a nervous smile, Saphira watched over the people as they came in for the ball. She saw many young men dressed up and groomed in an attempt to impress her majesty.