One glance decides it all. Adrift within palace walls, she looks up at the heavens in silence, lowers her eyes with a bitter smile. Amid fortune and misfortune, sorrow and joy, who would ever ask who pities her? Between noble and lowly, legitimate and illegitimate, who would listen if she spoke?
Within the cold palace walls, there is no rain tonight. On most nights, all she can do is stay silent.
