21 October, 1361. Westerhaven Palace, Islia
William walked absentmindedly around one the small lakes in the extensive gardens to the north of the palace. The day was crisp and clear, meaning the gardens were full of strolling courtiers.
The rest of summer had disappeared in a blur of picnics, festivals and exuberant dinners. He'd been disappointed as the day of the autumn progress had drawn closer, being reluctant to leave Magdaline for warmer weather.
Then again, his aversion to Westerhaven was no longer as fierce since he'd returned home from the war against Moraigth. That season seemed like a lifetime ago, almost as if another man had lived through it. If William was completely honest, any roof over his head would suffice so long as Camilla was at his side, making him laugh during the day and indulging him at night.
