The resistance troops are coming. I know now for sure that my time is about to come.
I await death with open arms. It's bound to happen to us all.
I have sent my army out to counterattack.
It's only a matter of time.
Here I wait, writing in a stupid little book and drinking wine. Waiting for success maybe? Waiting for good news? Perhaps waiting for the truth. The truth that we are outnumbered. I'm waiting for an army to come to take over Erudite and overthrow the factions.
I'm waiting for my death.
I, Jeanine Matthews, will be killed. And for once, I'm powerless to stop it.
