NYMRA.
I stared at the dowager as she moved around, giving orders to different groups of people who came into the room.
Preparations for the ceremony were in full force with only four days away from the veiling. I was in no part excited about this, but I was glad things were moving along because this was crucial to everything that would happen thereafter.
She had called for a meeting again. I honestly wasn't sure the significance of these meetings if she was already making all the decisions but I showed up anyway. The room bustled with faces I've never seen before. Most of them seemed like traders. Which would explain why the meeting wasn't held in her private lounge this time around. I wasn't sure what the purpose of this particular room was but I'd concluded it had to be where she held meetings.
