Marguerite sits in the courtroom fighting the yawn that wants to break out of her tightly shut mouth. She slept late last night reading the various new books Armel brought her but still forced herself this morning to attend court with the king. She doesn't want to be called lazy when she only just started as a queen here, even though it wasn't by choice.
The ministers are heatedly engaged in a debate involving a case of drought appearing on the south border. Usually this wouldn't be an issue worth taking the whole court assembly's time on, but lately the river they have been using to get drinking water is slowly running dry, if this goes on not only will they not be able to provide relief to the south, they might enter a drought season soon themselves.
