I'm still sulking at the interruption as I enter my carriage in the long string of carriages lined up along the imperial palace's official entrance. The stars twinkle overhead, much like the crushed gems sprinkled over the iridescent silver fabric of the lovely opera dress and gloves Lady Arabella personally designed for me. I am in the last carriage, furthest away from the gates we are about to drive through. My father is obviously first, followed closely by the empress and the crown prince.
So revenge on Augustus will have to wait if I even bother.
