
Day 19 of the Grand "Korin Doesn't Exist Anymore" experiment.
You know what's fucking weird? Knowing that one day some historian's going to be going through the stuff I write and saying "yeah, that guy was in love with the first King of Eina." I'm writing actual history. I'm not supposed to be the kind of guy who writes history. I bet I'm giving someone two hundred years from now fits, "hurry up and get to the war stuff!" Well, fuck you, future historian, I'm not planning to do war stuff in my lifetime. Skip the fuck on.
So instead I'm going to write about the great peace. So far, Eina and Forna aren't at war. That's not boring to me, that's the most relieving thing I've ever heard. Nineteen days, and we're still good.
In the interests of keeping it that way, Lady Colleen, I just want to make a formal apology on behalf of Lord Gregson's men. I'm going to send him personally to make another apology, and then I'm stationing them all on scouting duty. There's no excuse for a card game to get out of hand like that. I know it's minor, but I want to get out ahead of this before it starts breeding some hard feelings.
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What I wouldn't give to fucking have Faith back in this army right now. Or any of them.
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Also, while I'm talking, we should talk about Rae.