The heavy doors of the Grand Ballroom finally clicked shut behind him, cutting off the orchestra's sound and the shallow laughter of the nobles inside. Edward Vistro walked through the quiet corridors of the annex, the silence of the hallway a welcome relief after the sensory clutter of the party. As he reached his personal chambers, he quickly started taking off his regal blue tunic. He loosened the silver buttons holding it together and let out a big breath as the silk came away from his skin.
He sat on the edge of his bed, already replaying everything that had happened. Lucy Luminaris, the Fifth Princess. In his previous regressions, she had often served as the bridge between the crown and the military during the chaotic early days of the civil war. In this life, with the civil war looming only eight months away, her fascination with him would prove vital. She was a conduit of information and, more importantly, a potential crack in the absolute control of the royal line.
