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30 June 1002
PETER'S POV
A month. That's how much time had passed since what we started calling the incident. Imira spent the entire time locked in her apartments. Curtains drawn, doors shut, no contact with the outside world. Not once did she come out. She's depressed, Alcibe said. Give her time, Alcibe said. Don't leave her alone, Alcibe said. We all took turns in watching her, but I was upset as well and no one seemed to consider that. Or notice for that matter. I wanted to spend time with Imira, but with all the things I left unfinished here and everything I missed while I was away, I had a lot of work to catch up on. It kept me distracted though, so that was good. Susan stepped up for me, spending most of her time with Imira. I don't know what I would have done without her.
In the beginning, she wouldn't leave the bed, but lately, she has gotten up to roam her rooms in her robe and messy hair. I like to call that progress. I try to spend as much time with her as possible, but honestly, it's depressing in here. It's dark, she refuses to open a window, and two nights ago she finished a bottle of whiskey falling asleep. After that, she asked me to take away all the alcohol. She said she feared she might not be able to control herself and that she hated the headache it gave her the following morning. Well, she didn't need to tell me twice. I searched and collected all the booze and threw it away.
I hated seeing her that way, brooding and crying. one day she got angry and started breaking things. She apologized for it the next day. Alcibe said it was normal. She must have experience with these things I suppose. Needless to say, seeing her like this is upsetting. I was so used to her always being happy, active. Always around people having the best of times and enjoying life. Now she looks like the walking dead. Huge dark circles under her eyes, slow reflexes, tired voice. She was no longer crying though, said she had run out of tears. I'm still wondering whether that's a good or a bad sign.
I was planning on seeing her today at breakfast, we have been taking turns in having a meal with her and breakfast is usually my spot. She told us she wasn't feeling like being around a lot of people, so we don't go all at once, not wanting to overwhelm her and all, however this morning I don't have time so Susan has volunteered to take my place and keep her company. I usually go to see her every morning and every night and in the times in between whenever I have the chance, but today is a busy day. Ambassadors from the Lone Islands have come to discuss the situation with the pirates. It is an urgent matter I need to attend and can no longer push aside.
After breakfast, which I took alone, I headed to the meeting room to meet with them. They were already waiting.
The doors opened loudly as I walked into the room, immediately catching everyone's attention. I decided to go with a serious demeanour for this meeting. I was not in the mood for playing games. Followed by my Kingsguard and council of Lords, one of which was the Lord Peridan might I add, I took my seat at the head of the table as they watched in silence.
