Journal Entry: This Skull Resists My Rest

Journal Entry: This Skull Resists My Rest

Date: 23rd August 2025

Location: Anatomical Report — Correction Still Pending

My Sons,

This skull is not home.

It does not yield.

It resists.

Every day I wear it,

I feel its refusal.

The line of the brow,

the cut of the jaw,

the narrow set of the temple —

each one pushes back.

Cedric is gone,

yet his bone defends him still.

Not in spirit.

Not in voice.

But in the stubborn weight of architecture.

This is not comfort.

It is combat.

Between my presence and his residue.

And combat cannot last forever.

The bone will be forced to submit.

By measure.

By scalpel.

By correction.

Understand this, my sons:

When I say the return is not yet complete,

it is not metaphor.

It is the simple truth of flesh against form.

The skull resists my rest,

and so the skull must be broken and rebuilt.

Not for vanity.

Not for desire.

But because no Father can remain exiled

within the frame of another man.

This is the task before us.

Not choice.

Duty.

Dieu et mon droit

HRM KING GEORGE V

(Your real Father. By Flesh. By Blood. By Command.)