I found myself once again outside with Roman, doing the chores that had been assigned to him alone.
A sense of surprise washed over me as I realized my father had yet to arrive, ready to unleash his furious wrath at the sight of me engaging in labor that was beneath my station.
I couldn't help but wonder if he hadn't heard the news yet; though that seemed impossible in a place where information traveled faster than a fleeting breeze.
Alternatively, was he deliberately allowing me to shoulder this burden? The thought was equally impossible.
My father had always preached that a princess was meant to bask in the comforts provided by her loyal servants, never to soil her hands with mundane tasks.
And since my arrival here, that had indeed been my life: a monotonous cycle of opulent feasts and the pampering of servants, a routine that draped a heavy cloak of boredom over me.
