Chapter 232
Daphne
Seriously. I'm exhausted. Irritated. Bone-deep drained.
Two straight weeks of meetings—sitting amongst wrinkled old men who reek of incense and politics—arguing over budgets, revised laws, infrastructure, trade developments. Every noble trying to protect their little slice of power while pretending it's "for the good of the kingdom."
At one point I almost regretted taking this damned position. Almost.
By the time the day ends, I can barely think. I drag myself to my assigned quarters within the royal palace.
The chamber is the same one every Nyxclaw duke or duchess has occupied when summoned here. Minimalist by palace standards—muted silvers and deep stone gray, accented with velvet drapes. Far less gaudy than the rest of this place where every hallway screams gold-plated opulence.
I prefer it this way. Luxurious, yes, but not obnoxious.
