Days later, I received a letter from Lady Hazel. It was an official invitation to Jaime Malum's birthday. I knew the purpose of this banquet and of why it was this grand despite the news about the increasing tension in the east and west. It was to calm the people of the south.
It was smart of Jaime. Or shall I say, it was smart of Lady Hazel to use this chance to appease the worry of the masses.
"Mother?" I stopped writing the letter on my desk, turning my head to the door of my chambers. There, Law was standing by the door. A faint smile appeared on my face as soon as my eyes landed on him.
"Can I sleep here tonight?" he asked, and I nodded, close-lipped. This had become his little habit since his father left, but he still asked every night he comes.
"Of course," I said, watching him run towards the bed. "I'll just finish this letter and then join you."
"Yes, Mother!"
