breaking-the-rules

I don't think you realize what you do to people. And before you misunderstand, this isn't a complement. You let your friends, who you call your best friends, believe that you were going to commit suicide. Yes, I did make plans with another friend, and yes, you weren't exactly included in those plans. But suicide isn't the way to end things. And I guess I'm sorry it lead to such ridiculous and tragic conclusions, but attempting suicide isn't the answer. You had us all scared and worried sick over you. You use your pills and your panic attacks as a weapon. When you need to take a pill, or when you do have a panic attack, we worry, and we wan

At breakfast, I am informed that our King has passed away during the night in his sleep. The news is unexpected, and unpleasant. One of the Bishop, the one I only know as Thorne, looks grave as he watches for my reaction. I have no idea how to respond to his message, so instead I push my fruit pieces on the place with a gleaming silver fork. There is a stunned silence in the breakfast room, and I cast my eyes down onto the crisp white tablecloth layed out for us to eat on. "He was so young," After a little while, Lloyd, who sits opposite me on the long table, speaks. His cup of steaming coffee shakes as he struggles to raise it to meet his