It's time for the annual camp, the closest the two kingdoms will ever be together. The barriers have begun to flicker. You're in the carriage, tired, covered in too many itchy layers. Your parents are arguing in the front seat, your mother pregnant and angry, your father drunk and trying to hide his 20 affairs, even though she already knows. You're irritable from waking up so early, and the obnoxious quarreling is getting on your wire-thin nerves. "I told you to ask the servant for more wine." "You could've asked her yourself!" "You dare talk back to me, woman?!"