Sienna rode home later that afternoon, alone. The Koskovs had been summoned back to the manse at Smyth’s request, shuffled along by her father’s own men. Sienna had been offered a space in the carriage, which she declined. There had still been discussions to be had with Nalus, which went nowhere, and quiet pleading with Viola, which went worse. She nodded to the guards. It had been somewhat funny to see guards trying to hide

Viola scowled, and sat back down in the great chair. “So the fools have not been in court in a few weeks.” “Months,” Nalus corrected. “And it is difficult to attend court when you do not hold it.” “It has been a busy few months,” Viola said. “I was getting used to ruling.” “It is more than that, Viola.” Nalus said. “The nobles think you do not respect them.” “That is not true.” Viola said.

Viola sighed, and slid down with grace from Willow Sam’s arms. She set Ivan down, and patted his head. “Nadia, you are raising such wonderful children.” Viola said to the descending Koskov. “Truly a testament to your work and love.” “My thanks countess.” Nadia said. she cradled her youngest tight, smiling. Sienna cleared her throat, and looked down from the balcony. “Perhaps the Koskovs could enjoy the gardens for a time, countess?” She asked. “Nalus