Bab 11: Chapter 11

When I want something, I play dirttttay.

And I want Ajax.

There, I said it.

It's good to get that off my chest. I have been trying to hide it for so long, believing that showing emotion is a sign of weakness. Which apparently was my problem, a sobering thought. I can see Ajax is being honored, sitting next to the King and Queen's table of Thunia. They sit on an elevated platform, all the Fey are. Of course, they cannot be seen on our level. Mega eye-roll. There are so many high-ranking elven people sitting at the front of the hall it's hard to see Ajax through the throng. But he looks untouchable, an air of dominance mixed with laid back ease. He looks like the black sheep of the family, so many silver-haired people, Ajax sticks out like a sore thumb.