Chapter 47: The Scars

In the weeks that followed the meeting, the hall that had acted as ballroom and throne room was repaired. A coronation would be necessary, though it would be an excellent boost for morale. The capital became crowded with people fleeing the remnants of ruined farms and villages, even some who fled from towns. A boost in morale would be more than welcome. Eris had even managed to convince Morigana to make the trip once more into the Crownlands for the occasion.

Marion lingered with him in the west wing. It had always been a wing meant for ambassadors and other guests, but for the time being, Eris decided it was better than a crumbled tower. He had been able to find time to repair his lyre, easing his anxieties when he was able to slip into the gentle strumming of the strings. Even Ulysses had become more common, sprinting down the hallway after Jacket in dog shape.