My fourteenth birthday came and went with no fanfare. It was only fourteen, I tell myself, but there should’ve been a birthday party. I’ll convince Juliette to have one thrown for me while it’s still warm outside. I’ll have a mini debut, of sorts, do a bit of art, basically an attempt to gain sponsorship and connections with the local nobles. Yes, a mini en passant. I’ve got to plan. Again, I’ll be the perfect Davite lady, and of course, I must be the star of the show.