3 October, 1358. Westerhaven Palace, Islia
Camilla squinted her eye as she focused on the target in front of her and released an arrow. The previous day's archery tournament had stretched out long into the afternoon, but of course no ladies had been allowed to take part.
Relegated to being a mere spectator, Camilla had tried very hard to hide her boredom after the first hour or so. She had duly clapped when the knight carrying her favour had aimed his arrows. She'd clapped louder still when the tournament champion had been presented with a medal and a purse of gold by King Edward.
But she couldn't deny she'd been bored.
Some days, the life of a high born lady was incredibly dull. Easy and luxurious, but incredibly dull.
