My family is dead. My brothers, my father, my cousins and uncles... All dead. I remain, as do my sisters and my mother. I am now head of my household and family name. I don't think I am ready for this. I am still tenderly young at the age of twenty years. Too young. I have Inga. She is my priority. Perhaps I should stop being a bed warmer. The horrors of the wat have hit me hard. Too real.
Chrissy's emotional pain gets me more... I can feel it, it adds to my pain.
I am now lord of my line. I cannot fathom this.
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Gondor Painted Red
Submitted by Raevenhart on March 4th, 2017
