Compared to what she was used to from the knighthood, a day of overseeing apprentice practice and perusing through the Duke's Tower as she got reacquainted with where the others were at in their rotating schedules was easy. It felt like the best way she could reacclimate to her life there.
As the day grew long, Irene excused herself from the others and shut herself away in the room she would share with her husband that night.
The red-haired knight browsed through armoires of her things, organized more neatly than they ever had before in her life. Even her mother had never folded things so crisply and arranged items like that. When Irene was a girl, she was eventually expected to fold and organize her own things—so naturally they fell by the wayside because she wasn't going to spend time on something such as that.
