Always in a rush to do something, be somewhere.
I mean I get it that what we do demands us to be swift.
But still, does that mean there's no moment to stand still?
Running, running, sailing, sailing.
It's like there's no end to it.
I don't really remember the last time I didn't have to do something.
I wish I was someplace else.
Somewhere foreign, exotic, different.
Like the far south I've heard about, what with deserts and those weird trees with rocks in them.
Or the mainland for that matter, near some great city.
How cool would that be? Me a lady of a royal family?
I wish.
But not me, not the youngest of three, to a family feared.
I understand why people are scared of my father.
I'm frightened too, too scared to do anything about it at least.
And I guess my sisters can be quite scary at times.
But not me. At least I don't think so.
I wonder if dreams just stay that? Dreams?
Doomed hope and wishes?
Doomed it may be, it's what keeps me going.
That and the thought of mother.
I miss her...
I should get back. I can hear the shouting already.
