The light of the smog-choked sun shone down upon Princess Elfwynn's quarters in Winchester, illuminating her determined face as she woke before the alarm.
It was barely dawn, but the young COO was already awake; after all, she had a railway to manage. After a short period of stretching, she decided to get out from under her heavy wool covers.
Now that she was awake, she decided to go about her morning efficiency rituals.
She brushed her teeth with Ragnar's new mint paste, washed her face with filtered water.
After getting dressed, she progressed to the dining hall where her family were gathering to eat breakfast.
Ever since Ragnar had audited the South, the Mercian royal family had been living in a strange limbo between royalty and management.
Despite Elfwynn's growing responsibilities, she still tried to play nice with her older sister, Aethelflaed, the "Iron Lady of Mercia."
