The night moved on, celebrations pursued. They had a big, mighty feast, full of good wine and delicious meals. Then, they had more traditional Dorn ceremonies, like the Battle for the Royal Guard match beginning. Then, near the end, the dance. Many people had already left, tired or sleepy. The dancing floor was nearly vacant. Except for Monica and Tulleesh, who slowly danced hand in hand, clutching each other as they moved to the slow rythm of the soft music. "So..." Tulleesh started, softly. "How do you feel now, your highness..?"