The entry in this diary, is marred with small tear drops.
Dear Diary, I am lost. I am the child that had never grown up, the very image of the timid little girl in which I grew up with, she was always behind me, always with me.
Father, Father is gone. His smile, his laugh, I enjoyed it all before I had disobeyed him but his nature was so controlling, I..I miss his love. I miss him saying "Aellwenn, my little flower, my light." If only I had said "I love you Father" before he had sent me away. Instead I ended our meeting with "I hope you rot in your grave." Father... Father no. How shall I lead this house?
Despite how limited my pleasures were, when you had raised me, you were a wonderful Lord and all your subjects had looked at you in awe.
My heart breaks, but I must press on.
