The banquet is as boring as the last one I have attended. Just, it lacks the ladies throwing themselves at my husband.
More than the fact that our son is born, I suspect it's due to the incoming war. No one is sure the King will survive, so no one will bet their chips on him.
They stare at me as if I had any role in this, and some of the nobles attending seem annoyed. As if I caused a war... But I was caught in the events just like they are!
Lars is in his room, protected and served by my maids and Flavius. I can focus on the event and do my best for what seems like the last joyous occasion for a long while.
We won't be able to celebrate until the end of the war; until Ignis is back. Maybe, we will have reasons to. But we won't have funds, the mood, and any permission forecasted in the etiquette rules.
