Tara sat in her bed, swinging her bare feet off the edge. It had been a long day, what with the coronation, redecoration of the castle, the constant parade of people her advisors had picked as potential mates... She was exhausted. She slowly pushed herself upright and stood, moving out to the balcony overlooking her family's... Her personal beach, with the sun setting over the ocean. "Why can't every day be like this moment?" She muttered. "The only thing that would make it better would be..." She trailed off, and started toward the kitchen. "Supper and wine."