Dear Diary,
I've been regent for the past three months now, and Tom has been sitting at my side as mock consort, as he will be a real consort when he is my husband. Next year. He proposed to me officially last week. The ring wasn't elaborate, it was just a simple star crystal set in a rose gold band. It was lovely, but simple, like I stated before.
Tom took me on a picnic today to break from the daily grind of dealing with everything. My head was swimming, and he knew I was still distracted.
"You still like that Marco guy, don't you?" he had asked me whilst on our picnic. I had denied him at first, but I decided that being honest with the man that was going to be my husband in less than a year. I confessed that I couldn't love him as much as I did Marco, but I added also that I would certainly try to love him as much as I could. That did a bit of good, I guessed, because he seemed content with my answer.