What Is It Meant To Throw The Goblet?
It was a hot night, full of sweating bodies and flowing wine. The midsummer festival raged through the palace courts, and everyone’s soul rumbled with the beating drums and stomping feet, except for Hilde’s. Her soul was quiet and broken. Hands folded and head bowed, like a saint in holy prayer, she sat in her thrown on the platform and softly cried at her misfortune. She hadn’t meant to do it, of course. She hadn’t meant to throw the goblet so hard. But who could blame her? It was after mass that morning, and as she rushed along the halls of the Palace Mergova, she searched for her beloved betrothed, Lord Johann of Saxony. The excitement of her father’s blessing carried her nimble feet onward. She opened for after door, study after study,