Valka
No one told me being named the King's bride came with a full schedule, meetings with duchesses and dowagers whose names I can't remember, luncheons with courtiers who speak in riddles about politics I don't care for, and an entourage of guards shadowing my every breath--I can't even relieve myself without alerting someone.
New companions who bicker none stop about things I had little idea of. A new set of chambers. A wardrobe so vast it has its own room. silk after silk, jeweled tunics stitched with gold and silver, far fewer pants than I'd have liked. Shoes. Slippers. Boots. Gold. Diamonds. Rubies. Every precious stone known and unknown to mankind.
And yet… all of it comes with far less of the one thing I actually want. To be alone.
And gods, I want to be alone.
