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In the days that follow, I maintain my schedule.
Train nobles.
Keep an eye on Aldred.
Work on my map of the Tower of Wonders.
Yet whatever I do, my every word and movement feels sluggish. It’s as if I’m out of my body, watching someone else experience my life. Even the anti-Acca treaty has lost its lure. Now that I’ve announced I won’t marry, that alliance isn’t as necessary to protect Myla. Still, only one house has yet to sign. Horus.
Before I know it, the day of the Winter Tournament arrives. This time, it’s held at another and larger green. More pavilions encircle the battle area. Extra tents dot the landscape, since minor houses are coming in from Antrum for the day. I go through the motions.
Wake up.
Get on my body armor.
Visit the tourney grounds.
Greet my nobles.
I’m
