His wedding feast is a triumph: Creusa, serene and sensible beside him, has managed to melt even his father's heart, and Priam beams with approval. Even Hektor laughs, clearly grateful for the brief respite from the war, and Helen, for once, tempers her beauty so that it complements that of everyone around her.
And yet Aeneas' heart hangs heavy; and yet he cannot look in the shadowed corner where Cassandra waits.