She was born a healthy weight, a healthy size, all red and wrinkled and sticky... and I am filled with the strongest sense of love and despair.

I did not know it would be this way, to feel like I am at the edge of a great and endless pit.

She is so infinitely fragile. I have woven every spell of protection I can, and the doctors assure me that she is hitting every milestone, and Beckett is always here and always so full of patience... but I did not know it would be this way.

I take care of a CITY! I have defeated DEMONS AND MONSTERS! And yet. And yet!!

I cannot face what would become of me if something was to happen to her. And yet I cannot look away.

-Diary of Queen Augustine