11 May, 1371. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten
Celia reclined against her pillows, utterly bored.
Was confinement this boring the last time, she asked herself in despair? I honestly can't remember.
The big difference with Gabriel's arrival was that back then, I was only been a crown princess. They shut me away but at least the day to day ruling of Havietten continued uninterrupted.
Now all I can do is fret over the many ways Tobin could be either plundering or simply fucking up - or both! - our kingdom. I can't go out to meet with the Grand Council and none of those men will humble themselves to visit me here. I can only rely on my visitors to tell me about important events.
Ugh. I miss my son. I miss Lucas. I feel like climbing the walls!
At least I would if I weren't so swollen and sore.