The capital feels more peaceful and calmer than Vivianne remembers. The capital, after she marries Roxanne, always has a far better face and is safer than the one she remembers in her previous life.
After days spent surrounded by soldiers, refugees, spirits, and the chaos of war, the familiar halls of the imperial palace feel almost unreal. There are no horns sounding from the walls, no messengers rushing through the corridors with reports of approaching ships, and no wounded soldiers being carried toward the healers.
The empire has returned to its ordinary routine, reports, the nobles, are the boring things. But she knows it all too well, that it doesn't mean the existing problem is left untouched.
Especially the problem in Rothschild territory, because of her brother's greed and stupidity. Too many lives have been lost, too many families have been broken, and too many people are still trying to understand what remains after everything they have endured.
