It had been quite some time since she finally made the effort to sit at the desk within her chambers, placing the leather bound journal before her, and wrote.
The words that were etched onto the parchment were meant for no one really, except herself. But she wanted her children, should she ever have them, to look back and be able to read them just as she did with her father’s journals.
Some of his words gave her guidance, some made her simply smile, and some meant very little to her but all in all they were his and she took solace in that.
She flips the page briefly to read the last entry she had wrote. Quite some time indeed…
I cannot begin to fathom how things have become the way they are. That is not to say they’re bad or negative, really, but just all over the place.
Things seemed to move full force ahead since my decisions were made. I have been vote in to sit as a Forum Chair, which has been a treat and difficulty all in itself. Now as that time approaches, I have been asked to sit on the Trinity Council for the Magistry. When did I ever deserve these honors?
I look forward to working with Lady Emberfrost, whom I’ve yet to fully meet, and Magister Van.
A great number of people I once stood beside have returned into my life. Tralestia being one of them.
Oh dear, that hot headed mage wants something from me and I cannot place my finger on it. Nonetheless she has granted me the right to the Apex vanguard, a price within itself. The Battalion has achieved much greatness in the previous years, and I plan to continue it with no different outcome.
I have placed a very capable general in the position of high commander. Surely Rionash had wished to take the place for himself, but he would be foolish to think I would ever do such a thing.
No, someone far more suitable for this has taken control, family by marriage from a union with yet another cousin of mine, Ele’neya. Lord Dathion Spellshatter will not disappoint, and in return he will receive the proper means that he seeks from me. This will be a profitable partnership for the pair of us.
Speaking of cousins, I have not seen Destavia in quite a while, despite my requesting a meeting with her and Master Shadowstar. Though, I suppose I cannot hold that against her. Not only has she been rather preoccupied with the Hospice, I have been spread thin as well. I hope she knows I would make the time for her whenever she needed.
Covaya and Alucieus have returned as well. After receiving word from Lady Sun’rael that the word of Apex had reached their ears in Pandaria, my heart fluttered with excitement that they would be within the city once more. She is such a dear friend. I welcome them both back into my life and into the Battalion as well, should they wish. Covaya has offered her experience as an Ambassador on two occasions now, and I except fully and graciously.
General Rhovin Thorne has also returned and join the ranks, bringing his companion Miss Whitewing. Lovely couple they make. I believe once Lord Spellshatter has the time to meet with them, he and General Thorne will work well together and lead the other to success.
Then there is likely the happiest and most problematic return of all.
For so long did I think he’d never return to me, and for days following his arrival I was cold and distant toward him. Even if my kiss told him otherwise.
The first night he was here, I assigned him guest chambers within the Manor, he could not be seen walking throughout the city and sleeping in inns.
He visited me in my own chambers, against my will and command. Then again, Damon was never one to be commanded to do anything. His passion and eagerness surprised me. I felt his words as he spoke them, kneeling before me as he asked for me before taking what he felt belong to him all along. I did not fight him, I did not wish to. That moment lingers in my mind still this night as I look over my shoulder to him sleeping peacefully in my bed.
This is how things should have always been.
