A month had passed, though if Chris were honest with himself, it felt like the sort of month that had been stretched and folded so many times it no longer resembled anything natural. The palace liked to pretend that time moved with dignity, smoothly and clear, but the truth was far less graceful. Days lurched forward and then slowed, sometimes crawling, sometimes racing ahead without warning, and Chris spent most of it trying to learn how to breathe through the pace without choking on it.
