The day at the ducal borderlands started with the rising of the sun.
Or so it would seem to any observer who didn't risk their life to cross their border during those troubling times. For someone with enough guts, connections, luck, or simply foolhardiness to get inside the ducal lands, though, the truth would be a bit different.
In truth, with the tensions now rising to the point where one could lift a picture and leave it hanging in the air now that the news of the crown prince's untimely demise started to spread, hardly anyone ever dared to sleep in the entirety of the borderland area.
After all, how could a retainer dare to go to sleep if their lord was still awake and working hard for the sake of the land and the people themselves?
In every direction with the exception of the border itself, everyone was rushing hard to complete their tasks.