Dear Diary.
I am lost. Betrayed by someone I care for. And the one I loved, dead. Almost everyone I have ever loved. Dead. My brother gone from me now. He has his own family now and people to care for and for him.
I am no Knight. Nor Reeve. Nor of the Order. I am no one of importance, and the mages ignored me in their attempt at seizing the palace.
I don’t know what to do. I barely function. The smiles forming when I’m supposed to. Nods of greeting, the motions followed by my mind is elsewhere. The tears want to fall but I keep them in check, I’m not ready to lose it, not yet. I can’t.
I will not allow his death to be for nothing.
Stormy.
