Oh, what joy was brought to me when my lord was happy once again! What peace filled my soul when our court was restored!
The human girl had done it, she had broken the curse. I am not ashamed to admit I believed she was not the one. That is past. I am willing to accept I was wrong, and I know all is forgiven.
Our land is alive; Thriving, nourishing. Beauty could be seen once more, at least, that is how it appears to those who know nothing. Any creature who has dwelled here long enough will recognize something is not quite right.
We all worry for him, but I especially so. He grows thinner by the day, and looks as though he hasn't slept for ages.. Of course, he puts on a shield of glamour, keeping his true appearance from the eye of others. Unfortunately for him, I can see right through his facade.
He's torn between wanting to embrace her and wanting to push her away. Quite honestly, I feel the same. She has helped us tremendously, healing and restoring our lands, freeing us from the witch, but along with her giving, she is taking. With every breath, another piece of his soul is taken and locked away, where it remains in agony.
I will not let her take Tamlin! She cannot! Without him, I'm not sure how I'd stand to live. Never mind my feelings, but what of the court! His court! It will surely die.
This madness must end, one way or another. And trust me, I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty.