Diary Entry, Fourteenth of September

I could not be more pleased with the way everything has gone. I have finally found someone worthy to be a Master of Spies for my House, and they have accepted the position. The assignment is so secret that I dare not even write their name in my own journal for fear that others would learn of it, but I am well pleased by these arrangements. Information will begin to flow to me once more, and I hope now that I can counteract the threats posed to me by the Brotherhood of Dusk and the various other assassins that stalk me.

I spent the evening speaking with Aeranor. He took me into Eversong Woods to a lovely lake, and we made small talk, which was a nice experience for me since we rarely get to speak due to our busy political obligations. I think that perhaps he is still wary of my use of magic, and he questioned me about various spells that I am working on, even though they are benign. It was then that I took him to the statue of the huntress.

I'm not sure what got into me, but I told him of my name, of Biar'athiel that I once was. I poured my heart out to him, and let him know from my own mouth everything that I felt and thought for him, everything that is inside me that yearns for him and loves him. I gave him my heart, and he holds it now in his hands. What he chooses to do with it is up to him, but I trust him with it as I would no other. Even if for political reasons he can never take me as his own, I know that he will not misuse my love for him simply because of who he is. I would do anything for him, anything to keep him safe and his House intact.

I do not know what the future holds, but I feel unburdened now. I am not full of fear, or sorrow, or heartache. I have let all of these things pass, even as I handed my heart to the one who should rightfully hold it. If he rejects me now, perhaps the little Biar'athiel within me will be crushed, but her spirit will not die away, not after I have finally let her free to join the Scion that I have become. I am at peace within myself.

I should speak to Chalce about these feelings. She is one of the few who knew me so long ago. I think she would be pleased to know that I have grown up, but also grown back towards who I was before everything came to pass. Perhaps she will even meditate with me one day. I hope so.

I go now to complete my meditation for the evening and rest.