Beatrice was bored.
It had been three days since the archery incident, and nothing interesting had happened since. No dramatic confrontations, no accidental chaos, just a lot of polite small talk, long meals, and endless palace etiquette.
She was losing her mind.
Even Lila had been unusually quiet, meaning there was no one to antagonize for entertainment. Francois had been busy with royal duties, and Johanna… well, Johanna was acting weird.
Beatrice didn't like it. Not that she cared or anything. But still.
She flopped onto the chaise in her room, groaning. "This is it. This is how I die. Not in a tragic, dramatic execution, just from sheer boredom."
Lily, her ever-patient maid, sighed as she folded linens. "My lady, surely you can find something productive to do?"
Beatrice gasped. "Excuse me? I am being productive. I am productively waiting for something exciting to happen."
Lily gave her a long look. "That is not how productivity works."
