She’s been traveling a lot, which is good, but she doesn’t understand what I’m doing at al. I can’t wait until this al calms down so I can finaly have her in my life again. I miss her so much.

After dinner, I went back to my room and watched bad eighties movies with Duncan. He had to stay with me sixteen hours a day, then the night watchman took over. I’d wanted to study, since Tove was teaching me Trylic, but Duncan wouldn’t let me. He insisted I needed to shut off my mind and relax.

Duncan fel asleep in my room, which wasn’t unusual. Nobody said anything, since he was my guard, and it was better that he was with me. He probably wouldn’t be able to after Saturday, which made me a little sad. I slept sprawled out in my bed, and Duncan was curled up on the couch, a thin blanket draped over him.

“It’s Thursday,” I said when I woke up. I was stil in bed, staring at the ceiling.

“It certainly is,” Duncan yawned and stretched.

“I only have two days until I get married.”

“I know.” He got up and opened the shades, letting a wal of light into my room. “What are you doing today?”

“I need to stay busy.” I sat up and squinted in the brightness.

“And I don’t care what anybody says about me needing to relax and take time off. I have to keep active. So I think I’l train with Tove today.”

“At least you’re spending quality time with your fiancé,” Duncan shrugged.

Whenever I thought about the wedding I got a sick feeling in my stomach. Sometimes, if I thought about it too much, I actualy threw up. I don’t think I’d ever been so afraid to do anything in my life.

I showered and ate a quick breakfast, then I went down to Tove’s room to see if he wanted to do any training. I’d mostly gotten the hang of al my abilities, but they weren’t something I wanted to lose, so I practiced often to keep them strong.

Tove had moved into the palace after the Vittra had kidnapped me to help keep things safe. He was actualy much stronger than any of the guards here, and he may even be stronger than me. His room was down the hal from mine, and the door was open when I stopped by.

A few cardboard boxes were set around the room, some of them empty, but one had books overflowing from it. He had one sitting on the bed, and Tove put in a few pairs of jeans.

“Going somewhere?” I asked, leaning on the doorframe.

“No, just getting ready for the move.” He pointed down the hal toward Elora’s room – our new room. “For Saturday.”

“Oh,” I said. “Right.”