The festival in town (1)

After those few words with Martia, I decided to live a few months pretending to be oblivious about the future.

I managed to stop his majesty from sending the young Grahm to Polis, which made me gain points with the Count. However, I didn't say anything about letting me go. It was early, and all the counsellors that feared my claim to the throne could think of it on their own.

They already did it once; they can repeat that thought.

Wilhelm and Bertha reached me in the capital, one for fun and the other because her parents finally accepted Grahm's marriage offer. They were set on linking my family to theirs, and with close links at that.

«Let's go celebrate,» Wilhelm stated as soon as we were together.

«I can't. I'm a nice lady now,» Bertha shrugged. «Also, Lyana decided to stay in Stoneyard. She mumbled something about learning how to keep account cleans and disappeared... I don't want to be associated with you two if she's not here.»