It had already been a full month since Myrcella's coronation.
Time had passed quietly, almost too quietly, to the point where it felt strange if you actually stopped to think about it. Her reign had been going smoothly so far, at least on the surface. Nothing major had happened. And when I said nothing, I mean no sudden unrest or no loud complaints echoing through the streets. Just a steady, almost uneventful flow of days blending into each other.
From the perspective of the citizens, there wasn't anything particularly noticeable either. Nothing big enough that people could point at and say, "Yeah, that's proof the King is doing her job." Everything felt… normal. Stable. Maybe even a little too stable, like the kind of calm that made you wonder if something was just waiting to happen.
