Many months had passed since the dust settled, and the next thing Daphne knew, it was already winter once more.
Winters in Vramid, as she had come to realize, was forevermore the most beautiful month in this kingdom. She and Atticus had spent the majority of their time rebuilding the broken and tattered pieces of the kingdom, journeying across towns to offer aid to those in need.
Now that the weather was cold and the days were short, their people could at least spend the freezing winter nights in warm homes. Food was no longer a concern for them, especially those of the impoverished parts of town.
In the beginning, Daphne wondered why Atticus and Jonah hadn't worked to establish proper food sources for the underprivileged in the past. She hadn't realized how difficult it was — even with the power and wealth of the royal family — to provide aid to so many people across their lands.
