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May. 30th, 2011 01:52 pm[Filter: Private]
This is ridiculous.
How long have I been married now, and still, the marriage isn't consumated. I've tried everything, and nothing does any good. Should I simply give up?
My life is a joke, truly. I have a bastard before I marry because I can't understand the meaning of self control, and then once I lay the red and green crown on Tessa's head, I can't even lie with her once. Wonderful, truly, the Dragons are good to me. If anything, I suppose I should simply be grateful that Lord Glenn hasn't spread rumours of my dysfunction all across the country.
And Tessa ...
Tessa doesn't want to talk about it.
Oh, she makes promises and implies that later, darling, later we'll talk, I'm so very busy right now. But ... she just doesn't want to talk about it, and it becomes more and more obvious everything she begs it off. I don't know why. Because of Kerrigan? Because it's not proper? Or simply because she's too embarrassed on my behalf ...
The last seems most likely.
Father has been making noise. Perhaps ... perhaps it's time I listened to him. Lately ... everything just seems cloying.
[there's a pause here]
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Father wants me to take a patrol out. It's been too long, he says, and the bandits Lord Hasten put down are bound to start coming back, soon enough. I'm beginning to see the sense in what he's saying, to be honest. No one has ever gotten rid of them forever, and it's been years ...
Perhaps a short sojourn.
This is ridiculous.
How long have I been married now, and still, the marriage isn't consumated. I've tried everything, and nothing does any good. Should I simply give up?
My life is a joke, truly. I have a bastard before I marry because I can't understand the meaning of self control, and then once I lay the red and green crown on Tessa's head, I can't even lie with her once. Wonderful, truly, the Dragons are good to me. If anything, I suppose I should simply be grateful that Lord Glenn hasn't spread rumours of my dysfunction all across the country.
And Tessa ...
Tessa doesn't want to talk about it.
Oh, she makes promises and implies that later, darling, later we'll talk, I'm so very busy right now. But ... she just doesn't want to talk about it, and it becomes more and more obvious everything she begs it off. I don't know why. Because of Kerrigan? Because it's not proper? Or simply because she's too embarrassed on my behalf ...
The last seems most likely.
Father has been making noise. Perhaps ... perhaps it's time I listened to him. Lately ... everything just seems cloying.
[there's a pause here]
[Filter: Public]
Father wants me to take a patrol out. It's been too long, he says, and the bandits Lord Hasten put down are bound to start coming back, soon enough. I'm beginning to see the sense in what he's saying, to be honest. No one has ever gotten rid of them forever, and it's been years ...
Perhaps a short sojourn.
