Esme's - POV
After the training session, my mind was still reeling from all the new information. I had been reading through letters from nobles who knew about the attack—most of them checking in on my health, asking if I was all right. I'd been replying to them one by one.
But one letter in particular unsettled me—Lady Margaret's. She'd ordered me to attend her tea party next week. Not invited—ordered. It was made very clear in her writing. Damn it. I don't want to see her, but I can't just ignore the summons either.
"Lendra, please mark next Monday for the tea party with Lady Margaret," I whispered. She nodded and jotted it down in her notepad. The meeting was officially on the calendar.
I also reminded her to make sure the expenses covered by the Imperial treasury for the festival were totaled and recorded. They need to be handed to King Liam by the end of the month.
