Zethar;
By the time my father leaves the capital, the palace feels larger than it should.
Everything feels… different. Stretched in a way that makes every corridor seem longer, every chamber colder, and every empty room empitier that it has any right to be.
My thoughts refuse to settle, and every attempt to focus slips back to the same point.
Back to Nagari.
To Elián. To Zephan, Koda, Aunt Selthía, Zerana… my people.
I left them.
That thought has been ringing in my mind since the moment my father gave the order for me to stay— and it has not moved since.
I keep telling myself my reason was valid. I keep telling myself I didn't leave for nothing. That coming here was necessary.
But the truth! The truth mocks me ever so cruelly. It doesn't change, no matter how I try to dress it up.
I left because I was frustrated. Because I felt… unseen.
