Igma;
I have tried to ignore it.
For days now, for the sake of my Father and people, I have tried to bury it beneath meetings, patrol briefings, disputes between clans, supply routes that needed fixing, soldiers that needed discipline and others that needed encouragement.
I have tried painfully to ignore this suffocating feeling in my heart and mind… but I can't! I have failed woefully at that particular task!!
Howlerroot has never been… better.
That is what they tell me.
They say the kingdom is stronger… More balanced.
I have given the elders the right to speak again. The warriors are heard... The people come forward without fear of punishment for breathing too loudly in the wrong direction.
I gave them that.
Not because I am generous, but because it should have always been that way.
And still… This feeling of unaccomplishment remains.
It started as a discomfort. A quiet awareness that someone important to me was… not right.
Just… in danger.
