You can't truly predict life.
It's strange, isn't it? One moment you're standing on the platform with your family, watching the sun set over the Imperial Capital, feeling almost peaceful for the first time in months.
The next moment, you're standing in the middle of a grand ballroom with blood on your knuckles, a sword aimed at your throat, and the furious screams of half a dozen noble houses echoing in your ears.
Life comes at you fast. That's what they say.
I used to think it was a joke.
If you're wondering why I'm giving you this long, drawn-out monologue instead of explaining what happened, well, the truth is I have a bit of a situation on my hands. Nothing too serious. Nothing I can't handle.
What? You don't believe me?
Come on. I'm the most innocent person here. I'm practically a saint. I've never done anything wrong in my entire life.
Okay, maybe that's a lie. Maybe it wasn't such a small situation.
