Day Seventy-Seven
Dear Diary,
When I wake up, Dare is gone but I’ve been carefully tucked under the comforter. I smile my face off.
Then I remember.
Today I’m supposed to join the Elven High Council. This is a disaster of a major variety. Here’s why.
What Sucks About The Elven High Council
One. Before I became queen, the council was super nasty to me. Namely, they kept complaining about my pranks.
Two. They had no right to whine since I pulled some pretty amazing tricks. The finest is the Lazare Poop Parade, an achievement which involved goblets of enchanted wine and a long line for the bathroom.
Three. The council was directly involved with my being locked up in a supernatural prison. I escaped, but it’s the point that counts.
Long story short, visiting the Elven High Council isn
