Don't run. You'll just die tired.
Most young woman my age deal with problems in their everyday life, but not like mine. At least I don’t think anyone out there does, but if you do let me know. I’m the Belador Warrior Queen (not as much fun as it sounds) and the last of the Treoir family line. The Belador powers depend upon a blood descendant possessing Treoir Isle that is hidden in the mist above the Irish Sea. In my case, it means I have to stay here and can only leave in hologram form. It’s a huge responsibility, especially when our ruling goddess Macha expects me to produce an heir. Now.
Sort of hard to do when the only man I love can’t pass through the warding to reach me and I can’t leave here.