The Ends Justify the Means

10 July, 1371. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten

The rest of the confinement seemed to drag on for ages and yet also fly by in the blink of an eye.

There must be something about having a baby that destroys your ability to gauge the passing of time, Celia rationalised to herself as she walked out of the chapel. Otherwise how can something feel long and short all at once?

The mass that signalled her return to court life had just finished. She was officially ready to resume her role as queen and mother to her people.

And to find out what chaos had been created by the father of the people during her absence.

She nodded absently to acknowledge the bows and greetings she received on the walk back to her apartments. She couldn't help but notice the attention her appearance was drawing.