All of this chaos was surely way too much for a lady who never wanted the throne to begin with. Now everyone is looking to her; she can feel their gazes searing into her skin like a brand. What's the young High Lady of Summer going to do? She can practically hear their judgement. And they have a right to it, of course, but it doesn't make her feel any better.
Tossing her dark hair over a shoulder, Aeolus forced herself to sit up straight, a confident front for those who wanted to see her weak. She looked around for her family, the only people she could truly be herself around. Keeping her head high, she stood, walking with purpose toward the bar. She was going to need some serious liquid courage to get through the rest of this night. As she approached, she noticed a few people already there, some looking as worn as she felt. She smiled at them politely. "Quite a night we're having, isn't it?"
