Ella
If I thought the world was going to look different waking up as a princess, I was wrong. Everything is the same, even though I feel like an entirely different person than I was yesterday. I suppose I should be getting used to having my entire identity and sense of self turned upside down and inside out, but it never seems to get any easier. If anything it just becomes more confusing. I still can’t believe that I know who my parents are… that my father likely killed Sinclair’s mother… that my own mother is out there somewhere. Frankly I can’t even contemplate the Goddess’s role in all this, it’s difficult enough being a princess without also being some sort of demi-god.
Above all else, I can’t wait until Sinclair is home next week. Yes, we’ll be preoccupied with the summit, but with
