There is a towering gingko that has been said to have sprouted from the heavens, in the middle of Ichor. In the past few days, we've been observing the tree that manages to peek over the bronze gates, sometimes hearing the ladies out for a tea party in its shade.
Unlike the pretence of an erasure of the aristocracy in other districts, Ichor has full pride in its history and in fact, today is the day for my dress fitting. Although it might sound boring, did I mention there would be 20 maids bending to my every blink and even more craftsmen to care for me?
His and her most honourable Duke and Duchess of Ichor, as well as the siblings of the 3rd Branch will be attending, in other words, my parents and siblings. The cold hearted Lady Icy? And the sheltered Lord Lazy?
Only nicknames I have heard so far, nothing but rumours, but I pray that there they would be understanding to a "foreign" stowaway I was rumoured to be. Hah! Does anyone even know of our island? It is part of the country after all.
Forget all of this though, I mumbled, if I can't find a name for myself!