Blasted courier it seems my letters never reach him when I'm away. Business in Gondor was anything but pleasant. Father is still stuck in his pigheaded ways. I am but his trophy and Mother still remained behind him in her cold, aged beauty, I was right to leave it behind before. There is no joy connected to that place. Only bitterness and raw arrogance, I looked at the faces of restless men. Men under the harsh thumb of a noble Lord that have resided in a single court for too long, whispers. Shadows, some faces that I knew and others were strangers in our service. What is nobility without actions to become worthy of such a thing? Father looked upon me, once upon a time I had hoped he loved me. But I know better now, there is no room for naivety between us. Nay not now, not ever.
He wanted me to restore hope in the faces of these strangers, to have faith in his own power. But what could a woman of bitterness bring? Nothing. This is worthless it is time to continue to make my own mark on the world. With or without them. I found Kristophor upon my return to Bree, waiting. Loyalty without question is something I never thought I'd ever have, love is patient and kind. Perhaps now he and I can endure all things, time shall tell. But for now I am weary.
