Fraya
I have been sitting for two hours, struggling to focus on my power and the earth around me. I know I should focus on the high lords and I guess that is where the problem lies, because I can only focus on one high lord. Hate burns in me as I think of what Anwir tried doing. He wanted Donahue to suffer, to hate himself. He doesn’t care about the pain he will cause his son, just that his goals will be reached.
I can see Anwir’s connection to this world and it takes everything in me to not just reach for it and rip it out. I know killing him now will do me no good. I need allies, not subjects that fear me. That will be my last resort. I want peace, not a forced peace like we had on earth. It only takes one fool that craves power, to threaten that kind of peace.
“Breathe, Fraya.” Don
