All talks had been exchanged, all fineries had been shown off and all the dances and music and smiles has been performed. The night continues, yet the party has to reach its waning phase. Only those who were keen enough noticed that their king and the prince had left their thrones at some point during the party

Music was still playing when the last couple of families bid their farewell to each other. And they too... soon left. 

In the absence of partygoers, the royal palace staff's replaced them and start their own tunes with neck-breaking efficiency. All tablecloths rolled and gathered, all plates and cups collected, and leftover foods were thrown into a bin indiscriminately. Apparently, the aftermath of such an extravagant occasion was not for everyone to see because the Chamberlain immediately gathered the party and escorted them out of the hall. 

Into Fredricus' office, they went. The room where their quest began, and so the same room where their quest will end. There the King was sitting on his desk, waiting for them. The mission had ended successfully, but despite all, Fredricus four days ago and Fredricus today was barely any different; Old, stern, and impatient as if there were tonnes of powder keg sitting right below his palace.