'The 15th of September, nine-seven-nine… The emissaries have come and spoke their piece—negotiations over the last two days of how everything would proceed.
The public to be kept at bay, the Ordinate to be in their best behaviour and the use of magics prohibited. The Ordinate teleported a reply to the Prime Minister and told us of who all would be arriving.
The need to have dark magentas and blacks is a bit much… I have to take a step back every time and think about all of this—to make sense of it.
I've not been okay ever since we got out of Hartamat, but I feel like myself again today. So, I'll do what I do best—think. Everything today's volatile. Maybe that's what's so comforting…'
"You're really wearing that huh?" the princess approached, tiara upon her head and dressed opulently.
