Dear diary, I have come a long, long way. I've been beaten, bruised, insulted.
Exiled, loved, and mistakes I have made.
Yet somehow I am still standing.
Still breathing.
I am Lady Aellwenn, a woman of the Mark.
My people are known for their strength.
But like all men and women I have my weaknesses.
The child within me, I love to a great degree.
But how I conceived it will always haunt me.
The hurt I caused to another.
Warrence.
His mercy toward me, was unbelievable.
I still find it so.
Mother, wherever your soul is, I hope you still look at me with favor.
This life is not perfect, nor will it ever be.
But there is still light in it.
