Chapter 12
When we got home, Xaero immediately barricaded himself in the room he deemed as his office with a mumbled excuse of how he had to call a few people. My brain barely even registers his exit, overwhelmed with the thoughts running over and over in an exhausting cycle inside my head. No matter how much I will them away or to subside, they remain riotous.
The feeling of being incredibly useless continues to weigh down on me. For years I have been ignoring it, burying the thought six feet under the ground and instead of putting on a facade that exuded confidence. I masked my own feelings of incompetence by channeling the attributes I wanted my people to see in me.
By doing that, did I trick them? Did I fool them into thinking they could trust me to govern them? So far, I have done
