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The morning meal was generally a time when Kit sat next to her mother and listened to her blather on about items that were unimportant to the princess, or if they were dining with the Representatives, as they were the morning after Kit’s encounter with Pierce in the library, she would go down the tables and make comments about each of the men, usually loud enough that any of them sitting near enough could hear. Queen Rona didn’t care. If she was lucky, the queen would leave quickly enough for Kit to finish her food in piece and then spend a few minutes bouncing from table to table to say good morning to the Representatives, often leaving with one or more of them for a bit for a private conversation. Today, however, Kit could only focus on one thing; the rain had stopped. It was the first