Tomorrow, I am to wed Emion, infront of all noble and family, friends, key people, yet I do it on the loom of my dear mothers death-bed. Oh that this had to happen. I ner' expected this to happen to soon. My family was supposed to be here, when I married some time later. But now, if my dear mama dies, Emion looses out. Yet they insist we marry now, my father and Emion.
I have not once heard of my mothers opinions on this, I don't even know how sick she is, I am not told anything. All I know is, she is dying. For all I know, she is dead now, since guess what? Getting a letter from my home to this very village would take a long time.
I am trying on my dress right now and as custom goes, I am not to see Emion now till tomorrow (Sunday 2nd). Everything has been arranged in such a short time. Invitations, the supper...I am tired, but tomorrow, I must go ahead, I have to.
I must....
