Graewon 19
It is horrible! The banquet is still proceeding, but I am now in my room writing. Well, not really. I am dictating my words to Kalley, my maidservant and best friend. Any way, I will describe how the banquet was proceeding until I left. From my vantage point, I could see all the great lords and ladies arriving. I watched in especial for one Daeron and one Aradon. I saw neither arrive, so I sent Kalley to announce me.
A few seconds later, I heard a courtier announce me, and I started a stately walk down the stairs that separated the living quarters from the banquet hall. I was greeted with a polite smattering of applause, and quite a few oohs and ahh's from the young gentlemen. That is quite understandable, as I was dressed in my favorite dress. It is deep blue, the neckline studded with small sapphires.
I resume writing in my own hand. I sent Kalley after another blanket, and to see if HE has left the banquet. But anyway, everything was going nicely. That is, it was going nicely until dinner. I danced with Sir Aradon and Lord Daeron both, but I must say, I do like Aradon better. Daeron is a hideously ugly elf, with a hideous scar on his cheek. If Father does decide to forget my wishes, I hope he will give me to Aradon and not Daeron.
Lynamm was also at the banquet. I chose him as my escort for the evening, but he told me that he was not eligible for the night. You see, I am allowed to go amongst the young men and talk to them. To see if they are to formal, or not respectful enough for Father's standards, I try to make them laugh. Daeron was the oldest eligible elf there, and he seemed an excellent choice but for his scar. It haunts me!
I chose Sir Aradon for my final escort, but after the first dance, I made an excuse and came to my room. Lynamm was so cold to me! I cannot believe him! A month ago, he would have begged for me to choose him, but now.
I hear Kalley return. I will retire now and rest so I may be able to return to the banquet at a later hour.
Graewon 20
I forget to mention Volanna last night. Next to Kalley, she is the closest thing I have to a friend at the palace. She was at the banquet last night, and she and Bogarth announced their intentions toward each other. She was beautiful, in her forest-green gown and pearl necklace. But now the most important-and the most horrible-thing: Father has promised me to Aradon. He told me this morning at Breakfast. I am to go to his hometown of Kiander within a year. It might as well be a day. I must tell Beren when we meet again.
Beren is growing impatient. He says that he will simply come to the palace and declare his intentions toward me to my Father. I tell him to wait. We also know now who has been spying on us. It has been Daeron all along. He has desired me, knowing he could never have me. He has followed me to Beren. I beg him not to tell Father, but I fear he will betray me. I fear he will betray us all.
It is horrible! The banquet is still proceeding, but I am now in my room writing. Well, not really. I am dictating my words to Kalley, my maidservant and best friend. Any way, I will describe how the banquet was proceeding until I left. From my vantage point, I could see all the great lords and ladies arriving. I watched in especial for one Daeron and one Aradon. I saw neither arrive, so I sent Kalley to announce me.
A few seconds later, I heard a courtier announce me, and I started a stately walk down the stairs that separated the living quarters from the banquet hall. I was greeted with a polite smattering of applause, and quite a few oohs and ahh's from the young gentlemen. That is quite understandable, as I was dressed in my favorite dress. It is deep blue, the neckline studded with small sapphires.
I resume writing in my own hand. I sent Kalley after another blanket, and to see if HE has left the banquet. But anyway, everything was going nicely. That is, it was going nicely until dinner. I danced with Sir Aradon and Lord Daeron both, but I must say, I do like Aradon better. Daeron is a hideously ugly elf, with a hideous scar on his cheek. If Father does decide to forget my wishes, I hope he will give me to Aradon and not Daeron.
Lynamm was also at the banquet. I chose him as my escort for the evening, but he told me that he was not eligible for the night. You see, I am allowed to go amongst the young men and talk to them. To see if they are to formal, or not respectful enough for Father's standards, I try to make them laugh. Daeron was the oldest eligible elf there, and he seemed an excellent choice but for his scar. It haunts me!
I chose Sir Aradon for my final escort, but after the first dance, I made an excuse and came to my room. Lynamm was so cold to me! I cannot believe him! A month ago, he would have begged for me to choose him, but now.
I hear Kalley return. I will retire now and rest so I may be able to return to the banquet at a later hour.
Graewon 20
I forget to mention Volanna last night. Next to Kalley, she is the closest thing I have to a friend at the palace. She was at the banquet last night, and she and Bogarth announced their intentions toward each other. She was beautiful, in her forest-green gown and pearl necklace. But now the most important-and the most horrible-thing: Father has promised me to Aradon. He told me this morning at Breakfast. I am to go to his hometown of Kiander within a year. It might as well be a day. I must tell Beren when we meet again.
Beren is growing impatient. He says that he will simply come to the palace and declare his intentions toward me to my Father. I tell him to wait. We also know now who has been spying on us. It has been Daeron all along. He has desired me, knowing he could never have me. He has followed me to Beren. I beg him not to tell Father, but I fear he will betray me. I fear he will betray us all.