The edict for the borderlands consumed Eden’s attention all day. His advisors were in and out of his chambers. Petros kept close, a quill constantly in hand. Raegan stopped by with meals but wasn’t permitted to stay long.
Violet watched over the debates and rewrites. The musical instruments hanging from every spare space in the walls kept her fascinated. She longed to see him play each one.
The day dragged on until the sun finally dipped into night. Petros headed out to deliver the edict to riders that would spread the message to the corners of Basharr. Lord Lennox and Lord Gregor left first. The rest of the lords drifted away, one by one. The glass palace coasted between waking and sleeping.
“The princess is waiting for you in the kitchens, my king. Will you join her?” Violet asked.
“We have the place to ourselves, Violet. Call me Eden.” He leaned back, weariness drooping his shoulders. “I feel like I didn’t see the sky all day.”