Assumptions

How badly I wanted to be in a quiet room all by myself.

The events in Sta. Cruz had been physically and mentally exhausting, and I had been looking forward to a quiet day or two in the Casa Real.

But alas, it would seem that God had other plans.

As soon as I arrived—without even being able to greet my daughter—I set out again.

The townsmen whispered to themselves as I crossed the plaza, accompanied by Dimalanta, Sargento Guzman, and a dozen soldiers.

Boac should have been abuzz about our impressive feat on the beaches of Kasily by now, but that had been buried by a heavier event. Now they whispered about a potential civil war or someone getting hanged.