The next morning, I met with my father in his office. I was determined to change his mind. I had written a letter to Elisa about this, telling her I was sorry for it ending up this way. I didn’t want to go, to be traded for my captured people, but it was my duty to get them home whatever way I could. My life for two hundred of my people, was a fair enough trade, in my eyes.
Dad was sitting at his desk, writing away in the King’s journal. The journal was a thing each King wrote about their time being King. It noted the decisions and the events that beheld the King. My father has written well over one hundred of these journals, he was the longest ruling king. Mostly because it took him so long to find his mate, and therefore produce an heir. These journals were a heavily guarded item among
