Trudging through the snow, I swore at the horrible season. That little menace Metori seemed to love it, spending hours outside each day, fully visible to everyone in the court, making it impossible to even consider going forward with the original plan. She was daddy's little darling and everyone in the court knew it. He had even stopped by the other day to watch her on the ice, calling for warm wine and sitting outside of the tent for a good hour. He doted on her, which wouldn't have been so bad if she was reasonable, if she would have just listened to us when she was younger, aided us in making sure that life would be okay. But now she and her mother would soon experience the very misery I had experienced all these years, they would learn what it was like to have his eyes skip over you as
