I've been collecting children around in Stoneyard for a couple of days. It took me less than expected to convince the parents to let me take care of them.
Most are daughters and sons of the castle's servants. There are a few from the villages behind the walls, and they were the most difficult to recruit.
For the rest, my life has continued with its usual pace, except for my Duke's silent presence.
I've also laughed at what happened in the city with lady Lyana, conveniently while Alexander passed by.
He should know that people mistake Olly for my son. There's no reason to be jealous.
Still, I couldn't tell him myself because I'm angry and we don't talk.
Ah, what a difficult situation.
After the third night in a row freezing at my side of the bed, I've found the perfect way to stay warm and angry at the same time.
