Reika was sitting under the sun on the lounge in the courtyard. She wore her light cream toga since the summer this year was a bit warmer than usual. She had some wine and crackers on the table next to her. As the princess she was a bit sheltered, but even her ears heard the rumours about her father. Her eyes roamed the courtyard, the ledge over looking one of the many vineyards that her family maintained. She feels like today is just dragging on.