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Time continues to march forward, day by day, work occupying you from the dawn of the sun to the rise of the moon. It is a comforting, monotone routine, not unlike that of a monk or a peasant, though perhaps more filled with luxurious meals, gifts and bouts of carousing. You spend the morning dealing with matters of the state, the afternoon overseeing the modernization of the castle, and at night you are obliged to follow an unending string of meals, of music playings, of theater shows and whatever else can still be done without sunlight. It is a matter you have grown accustomed to in these past few months, and one you are fine with carrying about for the foreseeable future
That does not mean there are not other things you deal with, of course! Your mother too had her birthday in one of these days, her forty-ninth at that, and though she does not demand for a party of her own like the one you had, you are obliged still to spend it with her, as any good son would for his mother. Your brother remained there, as well, remarkably more active than he usually is. He has been of very good health this year, relatively to his behavior in the past, where you would hardly see him out of his bed or in a chair, confined to the inner keeps.
It is <span class="mu-s">October 1st</span> when you finally find yourself tired of this routine.
"I've had enough of it for a while, August! I've no further spirit for such matters today...not for affairs of state, not for affairs of architecture, and most definitely not affairs of fraternity!" you declare, as if the calm contentness you had had while working fluttered out into the ether. August nods his head, understandingly.
"I shall close the court for the day, meu seynor. It is entirely within his lordship's right to reserve time for himself."
"See that you do so..." you say, lifting yourself from your throne as you go down the hallways, wondering what to spend the rest of this resting day you have bought for yourself on.
"Ah, but what question is there?" you declare to yourself; you know most of all what gives comfort to your mind like none other: <span class="mu-i">book reading!</span> You make your way to your family library once again, where the choices are laid out in front of you. You shall certainly not stop at a single one today, but perhaps it would be wise to start with something more...worldly, perhaps. Ah, but of course! You'll take a gander upon one of the entries in the <span class="mu-s">Liber Regionum Mundi</span>, that book of countries and crowns! You've not seen that one in a good while...
