Kira was still getting used to being called Lady Rosenstrid by the court. She had very little of a lady now, as she decided to maintain the habits she acquired at the Continental City; wearing pants during the day and considerably revealing dresses at night. She had two new spears made for her and Anetha, and the court reunited, outraged and fascinated, to watch them face each other in the palace gardens in broad daylight. Eron didn’t seemed to care, he even joined the nobles to watch them fight once. Kira was happy, deeply happy.
Nichol was barely seen around the palace, he spent most of his time in the courtyard training and allowed himself to skip dinner from time to time. He and Kira spoke little, casting enigmatic looks at each other when they ran into each other around the corridors
