Dearest Diary,

Four weeks. No word. My heart aches dearly.

Of course, I would not lock my dear bride away. She is a jewel, a vision to be admired and I would value her council in how to turn our enemies into dust. Perhaps I should build a bigger throne for her. What woman could resist that?

Oh Arachnia! My darling, please do return! I miss you so!

Your'e Welcome,

Choatica