It turned out, there was a lot to being married to a princess that Aegis genuinely had no clue about.
On her desk were several sheets of paper, each with some problem she needed to solve. Why her and not Talia? Well, Talia was the princess! Aegis was, apparently, considered more reachable.
A pheasant farmer wanted compensation for a fence Talia's carriage had clipped six months ago. A minor lord was requesting an audience to discuss a trade route Aegis had never heard of. The Office of Royal Correspondence wanted her to confirm, in writing, that she had received their previous letter confirming receipt of the letter before that.
Aegis dropped her face into her hands.
[Reachable. Right.]
"That bad?" Evelyn asked.
She was at the side table, sorting a fresh stack of envelopes into neat piles. Evelyn always sorted things into neat piles. Aegis suspected she would sort the bones in a graveyard if you gave her an afternoon.
"A man wants gold for a fence."
"I am aware."
