Sorry, but I am not actually writing about hands, or the importance of hands, or how important they would be for my character.

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Even though I already knew that my father’s death had affected more than me, I still felt empty to know that my efforts had no effect. No effect besides making people fear uprisings -or worse, war. 

“What do you suggest I do,?” 

“I think you are _already_ doing what is necessary, keeping us out of war. And keeping the regions at bay,” spoke Magnus. “But, the people need to see that you _are _in charge, and not doing the bare minimum.”

“She’s not, though!” exclaimed Finnian from across the room. His eyes were locked on Magnus’ and his lips tightened. “It's not her fault people are too blind and completely against change.”

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I slowly walked to Magnus’ door and closed the thick solid wood door. Before closing it fully, I peered into the room. The more I thought about it, there was something off. Everything was calculated, carefully. Much too calculated. The papers on his desk were stacked perfectly and his no quill was out of order. A small box peeked out of the bottom of his bed. I then closed the door fully before he woke up to find me. I took a deep breath and regained my composure.

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My weary mind kept me up, even when my eyes were heavy, like carrying large stones for miles. I did not fall into unconsciousness easily. And when I did, it was not for long. I would get up and walk around my chambers. But when I did feel myself going unconscious, an unconsciousness that would last, my last coherent thought was of my father; how I was getting closer to the truth. Whatever the truth may be, I felt an immense weight being lifted off me, as though tomorrow would not bring any worries or troubles, as though just trying was enough. For the first time in a long time, I felt a small sense of hope. A hope based on being enough. That I_ could _be who my father wanted me to be.

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Morgan’s cheeks were missing their usual blush. I followed her gaze and was surprised to find it on Magnus. He seemed oblivious to this fact. Alistair looked doubtful. I had no idea if he was doubting me. What else would he doubt? My spirits dropped with the thought that my councilmember doubted me. So, today, unlike yesterday, I jumped right into the subject we had all been waiting to hear about. My father, his death, and the throne.

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So, that’s it…. What did you think?