2nd June 1574
"So it already happened, huh…"
Standing at the edge of the construction site for the market, I spoke to myself using the fact that for the first time since we went back to Tarnow, Elia wasn't there with me. Apparently, she took a personal interest in how one of the projects that I already managed to forget about, food distribution to the serfs, was going. And while she inspected the quality of the food that was delivered to those who were diligently growing it out of the vast farmlands in my lands, my thoughts were roaming around the matters regarding the highest level of national politics.
If my memory served me right, the older brother of Henry, the current king of France was already dead, and only three weeks or so remained before one of the greatest risks and opportunities for my growth in this place would arise.
