One week and four days.

Three more days to my promised war to the dark fae, and yet I do not feel as prepared as I should be feeling plus Vas told me, that every Royal Fae had elements they could control.. I still do not know what mine is. How would I lead the warriors to war if I don't even know my element talk more of controlling it.

This is bad, this is so fucking bad. I say to myself as I make my way out of my room to the council hall. Since I got here, Michal has been including me in all kind of meetings with...