[Eulogy]

 
sand, i hate it.
 
it gets everywhere.
 
i know, it's almost comical hearing an ice mage
complain about such a thing, but a skirmish in the
desert happened to lead into one of my most painful
memories. the look on her face as she left and the
look on his face as i left are things that i'll never
forget. it's... regrettable that things turned out
that way, but they were necessary, i think. i hope.
i can't help but to wonder if things could have turned
out differently, though. perhaps if i was a little more
understanding, or a little more calm, i wouldn't be
feeling this way, but oh well. i think they might
be gone for good.
 
...
 
i deserve it.
 
it's a skill of mine, after all, earning the ire of others.
people like me shouldn't have people like those two.
i deserve to be by my lonesome; i am sure i have more
in common with a blizzard than the residents of the
city i call home, for i should absolutely be avoided
at all costs. there is only one thing stopping me
from shutting myself away from the world, however,
and that is my pride. i have roles to play, you see.
i am a hand that holds a blade and a head that
is supposed to wear a crown. a soldier doesn't need
to think, they just need to fight in the name of their home.
a queen doesn't need friends, she just needs to be strong
and astute enough to have allies. it's harsh, but it's
true, and i can take solace in this because...
  
...
 
it's all i'm worth at the end of the day.
as long as i can wear a crown and hold a
sword, i'll have responsibilities and tasks.
i shall continue to perform for my city
until i am either killed or discarded.