Leaving for the Valley Contests.

The first month of your reign passes uneventfully. You hold court, you take your liqueur, you shore up your education in statecraft with valuable practical experience. And of course, whenever you can, you find the time for your sordid little indulgences. With your mother, with Lady Alanna, with a handful of young ladies of noble birth and lacking virtue.

A long day of conferences with your advisors, lords and vassals done with, you head to your chambers.

In the morning, you and your retinue will leave the capital and venture north, into the kingdom of Beatha. The Valley Contests were a long-standing tradition between the two realms, and your attendance this year will be your first diplomatic visit to another kingdom. You're nervous, but also intrigued. Your mother has told you of the sordid side to the Contests. Gather the nobility, the wealthy and the muscular of two nations in a secluded valley, and things were bound to happen.

Reaching for your bedchamber door, you find it already ajar.