Elkhana
Ifeel like a fool for waiting for him. Of course, he isn’t going to come, and what would it matter if he did? I’m no longer the nineteen-year-old girl they put in this cage. I’m not foolish enough to think that he’s going to come back and remember that our stories are so much the same and find himself as obsessed with me as I have become with him. And even if he did, what then? Do I really expect him to find a way to free me from this cage? Ridiculous. If there is a way out, I do not know it. The last seer died in this cage – and despite my gift, I know not exactly how that happened. Maybe she tried to escape. It would make sense that magic prisons would kill anyone who tried to escape, right? I can only imagine how many thousand years she lived before she tried that. They said she was mad – and maybe she was – how would you know when she couldn’t speak or eat or live? Just like me.
And even if he did fall for me, and rescue me, and ride off with me to his place among the mountains of ice, what then? Do I really expect that we could live happily together? We are two strangers of different species and from different worlds. I’ll wither and fade and die and he’ll live on for centuries. Where would be even live? I cannot survive their magic traps in their courts, and he despises the kingdoms of men. In fairness, they aren’t my favorite anymore, either.
I’m a fool to dream of him. There’s no future there for a girl like me.
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