This entry is written in a practiced, elegant hand.
Clearly not formal, it is a personal writing.
I am at a loss as to what I should be doing in the capitol these days. When I arrived over a year ago, I think, I was so scared but ready to take anything that came at me.. These days I find there was little to be scared of except more loss. My faithful guard, Derrik, passed away and the Justiciar ab Porter.. Regilus. That was a terrible thing, to have lost the two men so close together. Terrible more that I allowed myself to get so close to Regilus. Foolish, that little girl within me falling in love with a man I could never have. Arien the words my father would have spat at me, I can not even imagine.
Enough of that nonsense.. I need to quit standing around in this pretty cotton-silk dress waiting on Casimir to come strutting by looking devious and handsome.. Go get back into my armor and train.. Training sounds good.. Wonder if Loken de Ronthe is about..
~Kat
