The days were filled with learning.
Her body hurt constantly. Her fingers were blistered, her palms constantly calloused, and every muscle seemed to ache by the end of the day.
Genevieve would wake up, and her instructors would begin teaching her the fundamentals and principles of arcana. They deconstructed everything she had learned before and drilled into her a treasure trove of rare knowledge. She absorbed it all like a sponge.
Late mornings were spent playing dice games with the elderly Fortuna—who she called 'Grandma' for simplicity's sake—and learned to understand and manipulate the currents of probability.
Midday was spent with Moonie, who taught her about the high society of the Imperium. She studied the Houses, their vassals, their histories, their relationships with one another, and everything else of relevance—no matter how irrelevant—within the Imperium's social circles.
