Dear Diary:
I don't know how long I've been down here. The Senators are back and are staring at me to get me to sign the blood pact. Has it been days? Weeks? Did I miss my wedding? Am I fated to die down here, with these creepy old men and my father's dragon porn?
Speaking of, I thought about WWAD – What Would Ashnard Do – except he would kill all of them with his bare hands, and I can't do that. My arms are not that strong. Mental note to self, start carrying a tome with me in addition to my diary.
Huh, I just heard a voice from the hallway. "But Shinon, what if I hit him?"