Troubadours and Acrobats

With the passing of the holiday season and the activity it produces, life has returned to it's normal rhythm- with the exception of myself.

Somehow the schedule I have at LunaMara seems hardly enough.
After waking and eating breakfast, I go to the royal chapel to pray and reflect upon God's Word.
Then I go to the court where I listen to my subjects requests, petitions, and et cetera.
This lasts till noon, and I proceed to meet with my officials to sign governmental and political documents and discuss alterations in the administration.
But from there I have little else to do until dinner in the evening.

 I feel like any spare moment of my time must be spent in doing something worthwhile, and if not I suffer such agony.
But the reason for this is no mystery to me; the majority of the previous year was consumed in the terrible war with Palkaan, where every minute I busied myself in planning strategies, giving orders, obeying orders and moving the troops to suitable locations for the most advantage.
I was worn to the bone, and even still I remain less than fully well.

But that does not give my instinct pause.
My hands must be busy!

Wherefore I have taken to early morning rides each day and long walks through the snowy LunaMara gardens at midday.
My lady-in-waiting, Meredith, is continually cautioning me to not overtax myself, in concern for my health.
And I try, earnestly I do, to rest, but once I sit down I become so agitated and distracted with whatever it is going on, and it is not an easy thing to keep still in such a state.

A certain nobleman of my court suggested hiring a troupe of Pasarzian performers to entertain me and divert me from my anxiety, and my lady-in-waiting promptly arranged for their arrival this last weekend.
Since then they have performed every night after we dine.

And the concept has worked thus far; I am wholly fascinated by the lyrical songs of the troubadours, and am particularly drawn to the acrobats with their strange contortions and ability to balance one upon another without falling to injury.
Oh, and the ones that breath fire!
I should think it was sorcery other than the fact that such practice is prohibited.
The entertainers are quite talented.

Hopefully I will be well soon and overcome this habit I have taken too... albeit it will be some time before that takes place.

But do not worry, friend.
I shall write in the meantime.


-Emerald de Gavrillac
 Queen of Krespania