By the end of the first couple weeks, the itself seemed to unleash the breath it was holding onto.
The frantic energy of post-war return had mellowed into a rhythm: Ministers rotating through their duties, senators flooding the archives with drafted reforms, and Serena weaving herself seamlessly into the machinery of the state as she started handing over duties to Julius who should have been the one to do them all this time.
Even Yuri—still fragile but steadily recovering—had begun walking the palace halls again rather than hiding from them.
Though not being active in the government as much as she had done previously when a princess of the Roserun Kingdom, still fearing at the chaos and harm her 'otherself' might bring if she came out at the wrong time.
Yet my peace did not last long.
Because tomorrow was the day I once again had to stop thinking like a ruler of Romanus…
…and start thinking like a predator among nations.
The Root Council was convening.
