I can feel the anger brewing inside me as I step into the tent. This entire month has been nothing but a drawn-out stalemate—peace negotiations at a standstill, assassins trying to take me out one after another, the constant tension gnawing at my patience. I can't shake the suspicion that something is deeply wrong with all of this. I've been fighting this endless war, both physically and mentally, and all I want is to get away from it. To leave all of this behind.
I sit on the coarse bed, running my hands through my hair, frustration pulsing through every nerve. My mind drifts back to Noelle, as it always does when the anger becomes too much. I miss him so fiercely it's like a physical ache. Most nights, I find myself staring at the stars, wishing—hoping—that somehow they can carry my thoughts to him. My beloved star. He's the only thing keeping me grounded, the thought of him like a lifeline in all this madness.
