It’s a bright, sunny day here in Regency, and I’m sitting at the edge of the lake with the black swan, otherwise known as the old Duke. Saphora still refuses to tell me why the Duke is a swan and i have to wonder what great sin he committed to deserve such a fate.
Too many things are happening here, many wonderful, and a few not so good because a few people are greedy and self-centered. In a world like Regency, all people should be happy, or at least content, and have the ability to achieve their life goals.
I’m playing my part, are you by reading my story?