Sun day

The celebration has been announced. It’s to be held on the imperial barges in the lake, not in the hall of kings. Three days from now. This morning I had a new dress fitted, with a higher collar than I’d normally like. I want to look respectable for meeting the imperial prince and princess.

I’d say the queen, but the queen or the emperor would never come to a simple military accolades ceremony. My skirt is loose enough to dance in, if there’s dancing. I do like the way it drapes. Childbirth was so amazing for my figure.

I wonder if I should do something special with my hair. I’ll have to consult with Min about that, she’d know, fashion darling that she is. Maybe chains of crystal to match the crystals on the hems? Small and clear, the only modest way to do it in my opinion.

Sev and I went out to the lake this afternoon and hired a small boat. We went out on the water together and he told me somewhat else about the campaign, where there was no chance of anyone else overhearing us. Needless to say I shall not transcribe the details. Suffice to say that I can forgive him his enthusiasm for resuming life at home with such vigor. I can hardly blame him for cherishing the comforts of children, good housekeeping and good friends, when I strive to provide him with all three.

I must check with his man that his dress uniform is pressed for the ceremony.

Which reminds me, the boy, Heiye, seems to be a hit all around. I like his voice. He’s soft spoken but well spoken, with crisp vowel sounds and no drawling. He has a gentle voice. Pen seemed calmer today, though by calm I mean she ignored him completely in favor of her birds. She does love those silly little creatures.

Pang doesn’t seem to know what to do with Heiye, which is as it should be. It’s about time that boy didn’t have everything his own way. I told Heiye this morning to keep Pang from misbehaving or they would both be punished, and in-between his various chores Heiye seems quite attentive.

Cook thinks the boy’s state is deplorable and seems intent on feeding him thoroughly. I had to remind her that we don’t have unlimited supplies of food. She took it well enough.

I remembered to find those spare log books for Pen from when Sev and I first married. It did bring back memories watching her going over figures happily, lying in the grass and getting her dress in a terrible state. It hardly seems real that I had a life before I had my twins, before Sev joined the military to provide for us all. It was alright when it was just he and I, but we have to provide for our children. Neither of us will inherit anything, Pen needs a good marriage and Pang needs an estate to inherit. We’ve already had offers for Pen, but we’ll wait until she’s at least ten. That’s reasonable, and hardly too late. Pang will not be joining the army, and he’ll have this home of ours and our servants and our savings, even if he doesn’t have an income of his own. That will do for his lifetime and his wife, whomever we choose for him.

I intend to choose carefully.

I suppose life was simpler when I didn’t have a home to run and children to worry over, but it was also so much more dull.

I’m happy.

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