Status Updates From A casa quando è buio

It is a truth universally acknowledged that an elderly imperial sassy queen in possession of old pretty things must be in want of a young pretty thing to edge.

(I am being a bit of a fool about this because I don't have the analytical capacity to express having read absolute alchemy.)

Morning is the most awful time. And this morning for Fenton was the one that shattered everything he had been or known; it marked the limits of a line, not ending his youth but making his youth superfluous, as age to a god.