Rin got up before dawn, he had to go through the motions of his training before breakfast, he took off his freshly polished sword from where it was placed on hooks at the far end of the wall of his enormous chambers.
He always slept with his trusty dagger beneath his pillow so there was no worry of his inability to get to a weapon in the case that he was attacked in his sleep.
Today was another day of senseless meetings, the Dukes and Barons were getting impatient, it was almost time for the ball, they had zero idea of what would happen at the ball and the Head of the Diamond-Black Faction was still saying nothing, it made them antsy.
Rin had no idea how his father could stand it all, the vicious arguments that he bore on a daily basis, the reports of escalating actions of rebels piling up on his desk, the untraceable attacks on his wineries…