It's been a month since we arrived in the Palace.
After my battle with the dowager Empress for a painting, which already was mine, the other ladies started noticing me more.
Some of them don't dare to approach me, fearing the reaction of the first woman of the court. Others, though, were elated to have one side more to this complicated society.
Alexander became busy like last year, and days can pass without seeing him. However, the Princess is always nearby all the time.
Viscount Prothus has met his end, and voices about it are all over the place.
The new lord of the fief isn't related to him. His majesty knighted one of the squires from that land and bestowed him the fief. No one has the courage to ask what happened, but they can imagine.
The enemies of the crown have calmed down, sensing that something isn't quite right. One of theirs, the Viscount, has been discovered. Hence, it's dangerous to try anything until the dust settles.