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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 5 sun's past starfall.
Gwendolyn hates me. I'm sure of it. I've yet again assisted to her hatred for me, though all I did was sit myself down at the table. I recognize thatI was never fit for my throne, and I recognize that I can be, at times, a bit.. extreme, but I have done nothing to her. I swear it on my mother's very grave.
It's not that I haven't tried getting her in my bed, everyone has in our [Unreadable]. If I didnt, I was afraid she'd have taken that as offense towards her infinite beauty. Perhaps I was too honest. Perhaps she could read my mind and saw that courting her was not all that I've imagined doing to her. But there were no signs of that--- there were no signs of disgust towards me. Just pure hatred.
What I find odd is how I can remember how we used to get along as kids. Before our parents got mixed up in all of this--- before we were sent to this place. We were always courteous to each other. Respectful. I don't recall a day where, in the past, she looked at me and I saw that burning hatred in her eyes that I see today. I suppose Gwendolyn grew up and got her powers all at once--- as quickly as mine came on, and she became wise enough to understand what I am. Perhaps when she looks in my eyes now that she can use her abilities without effort, she sees her very death looming there like everyone else or she knows that I will only drag her so deep she can never come out.
And at first, by depravity or loneliness within my empty [redacted], I took it as a challenge. Gwendolyn became.. an obsession. The one person I could not have.
