"This is exhausting...not to mention unfair. We're literally facing a potential civil war and I'm still stuck doing paperwork," Jules muttered to herself wearily, as she leaned back in her seat and stared up at the ceiling.
It was the 28th of March, 1919, almost a week since the meeting. And thanks to the Knights being put on high alert and told to report anything even the slightest bit suspicious, Jules's workload had increased drastically.
She'd been kept busy over the last few days, having to think up and implement numerous countermeasures to deal with any further attacks from Exalt.
And one of the first things she did was move the Queen, Lyra, to a safe place. Only Jules herself knew where Lyra was, isolated in a secret location, along with a month's worth of supplies.
