Sweetly Obsessed Captive

Four and a half months later

Every morning for the last six weeks, I’ve gone through the same ritual. I make myself a cup of coffee and walk down to the beach on the west side of the property. It’s a spot where Ariadne and I used to play when we were young, pretending to be literal royalty and believing that all we needed to be happy was to wish hard enough.

These past months have proved that wishes aren’t worth the breath required to voice them. If I want something to change, I have to work . It’s all I’ve done for four and a half months. The battle for Aeaea won’t be over anytime soon, but I’ve made good progress from my new seat among the council.

The older members aren’t happy, but I have more than enough information about their less-than-pure habits to keep them on the straight and narrow.