Now she's wearing a new leather coat issued by the workshop, her home has coal for heating, and she has a small team of workers she can command.
Her son is the Lord's personal guard.
This cheer is not blind conformity, but a choice made with memory.
She glanced at the people around her, those Red Tide People standing in the snow with raised arms.
Whether indigenous, craftsmen from the South, or former slaves, every face was glowing.
Their cheers have a source, it's because their lives are visibly improving.
Louis on the stage never stopped the crowd, nor did he loudly command, but simply stood there watching quietly.
Finally, he calmly said: "Everyone, go home early, the snow will get heavier soon."
......
When Haley left the square, it was almost dark.
She was about to enter the residential area in the city center when she suddenly heard the light sound of hooves on the snow.
Turning around, it was Weir.
