***1 WEEK LATER***
I feel numb.
I have spent all of my time barricaded inside of my room. I stopped crying the day after we buried my father. I have no cried. I have only just sat here being consumed by my thoughts.
But today I must pull myself out of my funk. I am a queen now. I cannot sit here forever and feel sorry for myself. My father would not want that for me, and I do not want it for myself.
The royal council wishes to speak to me today. My grandmother has been able to keep them at bay long enough. They said they would give me the week to grieve, but wanted to meet about the next as soon as possible.
Today is not that day. At least not to me, anyway.
But I manage to force myself out of bed and into my bathroom to get cleaned up before the servants come in the help me get
