It’s been a few days of the same thing. Training in the morning, lunch with our families, and then getting the castle ready for the rulers of each court to come. I’m excited to meet the other leaders. Daemon told me they’re all around his parent’s age, becoming rulers all within the same year.
This evening Lia, Amanda, Charlotte, and I are meeting with Iris to set the schedule of events. It honestly bored me to do this when I know the guys, except my dad, are talking about strategy. I’d much rather plan an attack against the hunters than sit here and decide whether we should eat lunch or show them the garden first.
It seemed trivial to me, let them do whatever they want to when they get here. Why do we dictate what happens?
At least Amanda is nicer to me. She hasn’t made any snide rema
