A few days later, I sat in on a monthly event that was postponed upon my coronation but resumed during my disappearance at the Sydian Maw. The duke would hear the woes, qualms and arguments from his populace, curated by Minister Malina. It was custom for the duchess to observe and provide counsel only if requested. I couldn’t say I was thrilled with that tradition.

While everyone else made small talk, I mulled over how to apologize to sweet Jissabel. I’ve avoided the subject ...