Cormac
Annoyed, angry, frustrated, enraged, a whirlwind of emotions have been gripping me ever since my children walked back through that door. A fair few of them directed at myself.
How did we get here? How could I have missed the signs? There must have been some. Was I that arrogant? That confident? Too wrapped up in being King. I keep berating myself and I know I need to stop, it’s slowing me down making me loose my edge. I feel Conri almost snigger at me ‘nothing slows us down! I’m in it even if you’re not!’
Yup arrogance, over confidence, I vow once this is over never to fall into this trap again. I could have lost my son, my heir, the future King and been clueless. Conri gives an irritated sigh ‘are you sure he is our heir? I mean really?’ That riles me, Conri and I are always
