My life is changing as quickly as my body, each day a new experience. I’m still staying in Schendi, where I hope, if all things go well, that I will be able to stay and make a life for Castalia and myself. Perhaps I can obtain a small house on the beach, some where peaceful and serene, where my daughter will be raised with all the love I can offer. But I have to admit, I am afraid.
At times I feel I can hear her talking to me, especially when I find myself emotionally distraught. She will be a wise child and I will begin to weave around her the tale of her birthright from an early age. Daughters. We are all cursed to bear only daughters, for the female line must continue.
I’ve shortened my walks in the evening, finding I lose my breath easier now than I did only a hand ago. My stomach is hardening and I am more restless than usual, even though I find I sleep an exceeding amount. Not even the cards can call me from my slumber, though I have been having the strangest dreams. Aiden haunts me, as well as his father, two faces so familiar, and yet, not.
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