ChapterNine
I did think about it. Over the next rush of days as we celebrated Nee and Bran's wedding. Over the next few weeks as Vidanric and I discussed everything that had happened. As we announced our engagement and prepared for a combination wedding and coronation. As rumors spread about how Flauvic had controlled the court, and how the Hill Folk had intervened. As mages from near and far came to wonder at the tree in our throne room.
"I'm going to do it." I announced to Vidanric on a rare evening we had alone together.
"Do what?" Vidanric asked quizzically.
"Write a memoir."
Vidanric grinned. "I am pleased you like the idea. I think you are a marvelous story teller. I believe you will enjoy this, and find peace in it as well."
"I'm not sure peace is the word for admitting all those mistakes." I grimaced at the thought of drudging up old hurts. "You made a lot of sense though. The people – they see us as living perfect lives, in our beautiful palace. And while that is true, it's not. We have to go through our perfect lives with colds and forget what we wanted to say. And yet there is always the opportunity for happiness – if we can only reach out and grab it. Everyone has it. No matter what their rank or station. I guess I just want to share it."
Later that evening, I found myself alone in the library alcove, surrounded by the memoirs of past kings and queens. I pulled a blank sheet of paper toward me and began to write.
A/N: Thanks for making it all the way to the end! Hope you enjoyed!
