A week passed quietly in a blink of the eye. Then the month went by peacefully, leaving them in a sense of forged tranquility.
Even if it was just Olivia that thought that and felt so.
When none of what she dreaded, even the best-worst-case scenario, came to be, Olivia was forced to admit she was just being paranoid and overly cautious with everything. Despite understanding that, it took a lot more effort to convince herself about the matter.
Spring quickly went into full bloom and left them just as soon. Summer began to leave faint but evident traces of arriving. It was a good and very much enjoyed transition of seasons.
At the Queneviere's mansion, a sort of exuberant mood could be felt at every corner. Even the large number of guards scattered across the place to guard them could feel it and was affected by the giddiness.
"Really, mother, I don't think announcing to the world that I'm well in my thirty is a good thing," Ophelia said with masked bitterness.