Tahlim Family/Mikara/Missed Opportunities and Forgotten People
***A diary entry in the journal of Lady Mikara Tahlim, Dame of Isular***
"Missed Opportunities and Forgotten People"
The war to the south has drawn to a close and I have scarcely left Cathay's borders. It was only but once or twice that I ventured into Acacian lands in order to slay the roving bands of monsters and undead that lurk there. I will continue to do what I must to protect Cathay from all threats. Those lurking within our borders and those lurking outside. I find myself disappointed that I was not able to prove my strength against the true monsters of our continent. The so-called nobles to the south from which I have heard rumors of torture and execution.
I hope my men do not think me a coward for choosing to stay in Cathay to control our regions. With the war seeming to preoccupy many of our Lords minds there were few on our homefront to protect our people where our allegiance must always remain. It has been many days now that Zarimel has been without Lord or Knight to serve it. I have made my case to the Lords and Ladies of Cathay that my own candidacy be brought to light, but had they not wished me I wish that they would choose someone. It pains me to see the people suffer without anyone settling their squabbles and bickering. It reminds me of the times when my own region of Isular was without guidance before my arrival. At least I can sleep partially well knowing that my Lord Anatole has since taken strong hold of them and that he now boasts one of the happiest and most productive regions in all of Cathay with help from both Sir Garynn and myself.
I am as of yet unsure of how many of the knights feel about our Realm in lack of war. I would hope that they find other means to entertain themselves during our times of peace. Times in which we might delight in all that Cathay might provide for us as we celebrate the sacrifices our men and commanders made on the battlefield during the war. I was not there. The honor belongs to them, but I would love to simply be there to share in their spirits.
I still think of my father. I sometimes awake in the middle of the night expecting to be a little girl again. That somehow my life up until this point has all been a dream and I will see him again with my mother looking down upon me on my satin sheets. It is a silly notion, but I often question whether I would be making him proud right now. Would he have wanted me to protect the people I have made a vow to nurse or would he have wished my skills used on the battlefield? There is little way of knowing, but I hope he understands that I have continued to do all that I have promised him. I will make my own way in this world and I will be known as great. I miss him terribly.
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