3 October, 1358. Westerhaven Palace, Islia
Camilla squinted her eye as she focused on the target in front of her and released an arrow. The previous day's archery tournament had stretched out long into the afternoon, but of course no ladies had been permitted to take part. Relegated to a mere spectator, Camilla had tried very hard to hide her boredom after the first hour or so. She had duly clapped when the knight carrying her favour had aimed his arrows and clapped louder still when the tournament champion had been presented with a medal and a purse of gold by King Edward.
But she couldn't deny she was bored. Some days, being a high born lady was incredibly boring. Easy, but incredibly boring.
