Czora,
I don't... father says that my magic must have been underdeveloped, and it fit into the hum of magic being constantly used around us. Like a background noise.
Stop blaming yourself. It isn't good for you. Are you spending time with anyone, or do you sit in our house with the servants? Take better care of yourself.
Don't make me send my father to check on you.
Papa's mad at me, too, though. And I know Malik is, or he'd write to me. It's okay, to be mad at me. And I'd rather know your real emotions than whatever this fake surface-level bullshit you're sending me is.
You should go stay with your parents, if you're not raising Annie. I told you before. A change of scenery might be helpful for you.
My days are very... routine-oriented. Father is going to let me work as his assistant, as soon as I learn to successfully block other peoples emotions. I don't know when I'll be ready to come home, but... I'll let you know when I'm able to work again.
Maybe, we can go to a gala together, then. Even if I'd have to go back home with father at the end of it.
Thank you for the oak sapling. I hope you planted one in the gardens, again.
Ella
