Day 8
Edvar and Hilda had errands to attend to today. I was alone in the house.
I sat with the dream for a long time. I have been avoiding it during the days, keeping my hands busy, keeping my mind on other things. Today there was nothing to keep my hands busy with.
I thought about Aethel.
Aethel Faes. My bondsmate. My love.
I am sorry... the memory of you will definitely break me. I cannot bear to
. . .I will write again tomorrow.