At least that was the greeting for King Tewdrig today. I can't say I didn't mean it, he seems...well, he's certainly no Cenred, or Lord Olaf, or King Bayard. He seems to have a level head and everything.

The problem is...well, I haven't been named regent yet, but it's going to happen any time now, it could be the end of the week even. I visited Father this morning and...there was no recognition. Nothing at all. I mean, he seemed to settle when I took his hand when I was trying to get through to him, but he won't talk.

I don't know what to do with these negotations, I feel like...well I should be doing what Father would do. Even if I don't entirely agree...because...well if when he recovers I don't want him to think...

I don't even know.

The multiverse seemed to understand my confusion, I ended up wandering into that strange room in time to hear a question on that very subject.

I'm not anymore certain about what I should do, though...