The days blend into each other when your schedule is constantly full.
From dawn till dusk, Queen Aruena was busy - busy hearing pleas, settling disputes, receiving envoys. She ruled from a throne that was as great as the duties she shouldered. On the rare occasions she wasn't busy, she allowed herself small indulgences; almost as to remind herself that she was more than just a crown.
Of course, Prince Feanor was never far behind. Her beloved brother and proxy, he fit at her side as naturally as a shadow, balancing her iron rule with his easy charm.
Meanwhile, the castle stayed up and running thanks to Ambrose. The ever-dutiful manservant made sure everything was always in order. It was too much work for one man to handle, but he did his best. It helped that the masters were kind.
It also helped that they never seemed to notice his late-night raids of their liquor cabinet, or how he ogled the prince.
Or perhaps they did...
