As I wander around Stangard, I wonder at the state of affairs here. It would seem that the steward to Theoden King is a petty man, one not taken to a kind thought or care of any but himself and his own self interests. I've done what I can for the people here, and only hope that it is enough.
As I travel through these lands, I find my thoughts turning again to a certain captain. I sigh, and recall his last missive, for he was cruel beyond words. "With another ..." he said. I shake my head, and ponder. I miss him greatly, his encouraging talks, fishing with him ... his kisses ... Had I only let him take me in Trestlebridge that night, when he pressed so greatly. But I had insisted that, no, we could not. Had I only been less strong, would he have not turned to another.
It matters not. For I cannot forget him, nor shall I. I shall remain faithful evermore, and no man shall but him shall come near me. No one shall lay claim to my heart or my body, save him. And nothing shall dim my love for him, I will honor him until I die.
This is my oath, and I shall keep it forever more.
