It’s Annalise’s coronation! And Marina makes a decision…because of consent and boundaries.
Everything in the past month happened so quickly, that I nearly forgotten it was coronation day when I woke up. I was still up ages before Annalise, though I’ll never beat Athena, who wakes up before the sun every day.
She says it’s from growing up with the General, I think she’s just showing off.
“Oh, good,” she said as I entered the sitting room, she was dressed in her guard uniform and had her gown for the ball hung up. I love that gown. It’s green, for Dovetail, but it’s embroidered with Pantona’s crest, it’s officially acknowledging her and Aaron’s engagement. “You’re awake, you can help.”
“Sure,” I said, “with what? We laid Annalise’s clothes out last night, and she’s still asleep so she couldn’t possibly need anything.”
“I need your help,” she sighed. “Aaron mentioned you were,” she sighed, “he said you’d been working on something.” I…
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