10 June, 1370. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten.
Will I ever see blue skies again? Even a small glimpse?
Celia asked herself that question over and over as she leaned against the sill of her bedchamber window.
At least the rain itself had stopped, though probably only for a few hours. It was going to be a temporary reprieve though, given the skies were still an ugly, mottled grey.
There would be more rain coming without a doubt, compounding the misery across the kingdom.
Even Tobin had now taken to cursing out the bleak weather. But that was only because it was finally starting to impact him.
