We were meant to be.
The Great White didn’t know what he was talking about.
I AM the King’s Wizard.
I have an apprentice.
I have my cornerstone.
It’s everything I could have wanted.
MYRIN WAS whispering something to the King today.
He smiled and winked at me when he caught me watching.
I wonder if he’s planning a surprise.
For some reason, I like surprises, but only when they come from him.
MORGAN IS… bright. Inquisitive. Studious. Focused.
I will expect great things from him.
THE KING seems… off lately. A shadow of his former self. He says he’s fine, but….
I’ll need to keep an eye on him.
MYRIN IS gone.
He left a note saying he’d be back in a few days.
He didn’t say where he was going.
This is the third time he’s done this.
I know he has a wandering spirit, but I thought this would be enough.
That I would be enough.
It’s okay, though. I have plenty to keep me busy.
THE KING had a scare today.
He was speaking in front of his court and then just trailed off, staring into the distance.
His eyes were unfocused and his jaw slack.
I thought it was a precursor to a seizure.
I reached for him, but Myrin was there first.
I could have sworn Myrin said something to him, but I didn’t see his lips move.
The King snapped out of it a moment later.
He said he hadn’t slept well the night before.
Bad dreams.