I feel like a complete and total failure.
I haven’t been able to find any answers about Robin’s condition, and he still won’t respond to the letters I’ve sent.
I had to call off the first meeting when Alonso and Lamia found out about the Fairies pulling out of the treaty. Who knows if I’ll ever be able to convince them otherwise. My powers are waning by the day, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to perform angelic magic.
I’ve been so depressed about the Robin situation that I haven’t been able to come out of my room, let alone visit my mom or help her plan the wedding.
All I want to do is curl up in a ball and disappear.
Thank God for Eric. He rules his people day in and day out with grace, and still finds time to comfort me. I don’t know what I did to deserve him.
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