A birthday event to go down in the annals of history. Igna's half-hearted attempts at motivation would be a prophecy. Day broke, Hanna and Anna rushed around the castle, gathered retainers, and ordered the ballroom to be evacuated. Most of the daily proceedings moved to the office grounds, else known as the courtyard. Compared to older history, the latter, which would be used as a residential area, was swapped for offices.
"Nothing else to do," said Elixia. "Master, why not head into town or meet with lady Syhton? She's worried."
"Elixia," he rose, "-be straight," a stern expression locked upon the room, "-is Hidros ready to be called a self-ruling nation?"
"Yeah," she answered blankly, "-majesty, was this not the ultimate plan?"
"It was, I just feel empty. There's nothing to do anymore, the world moves at a steady pace."
"Right," she firmed her tablet, "-majesty, you've done enough," came a reassuring smile, "-allow us the honor."
