Twenty-Six
Sleep manages to evade me for most of the night, and my eyes are open as the first light of dawn peeks below the curtains drawn across my windows. I get up and witness, for the first time, the way winter melts into the ground and gives way to a fresh and vibrant spring morning.
After admiring the one and only sunrise I ever hope to see from this palace, I cross my room to the wardrobe and dig through it in search of an outfit that might possibly be considered comfortable. Something similar to the pants, shirt and ringmaster coat combo Clarina laid out yesterday, since that proved to be easy enough to run in. I’d prefer to go without the coat—in a few hours it’ll be far too warm to wear one, and it might get in the way if I need to run—but I’d be conspicuous without it. Accordi
