Entry 7: The Stolen Bath

What was I thinking?! I am beside myself…

I stare into the mirror and I see a stranger. Who is this woman that is now so bold? This woman who just takes what she wants without shame or thoughts of later regret. Did I take advantage of him? Will he regret the things we did inside and outside of that bath? Will it last beyond one night? Will he be ashamed and will I be a dirty little secret that he keeps to himself?

I am a princess, the princess, I know I am just as high stationed as Cassander. If my father ever had a need for an heir, I would be in Illara’s position. But he is immortal, a god, and beyond the ritual, he has no need of me. I used to dream of a day when my father would see me. When he would be proud of the warrior and devoted disciple that I am was. I know that day will never come, not with the God-Emperor, but maybe there will be someone who could.