The twenty fifth day of the sixth month.
This is unbearable.
The twenty sixth day of the sixth month.
The empire is in such a fragile state, yet here I am, the emperor who bears the responsibility of the empire, finding no motivation to sign the stacks of documents that have been waiting for my signature.
Still, I must lift my hand to protect the empire.
Not only because it is my duty but because of a new profound reason: It is where Sienna is.
The twenty seventh day of the sixth month.
I wake up, eat, finish my work, and spar with the imperial knights to exhaust myself. I had thought that by exhausting myself, I would be too tired to think about these feelings of desire and longing.
That thinking is completely wrong.
In my dreams, when I place the spoon in my mouth, as I relax in the warm tub of water, as I listlessly walk through the grand hallway, when I lift my hands to write, and when I brandish my sword—every minute of my life, only Sienna filled my thoughts.
