Well, the charm worked. I (so far anyway) haven't heard any gossip about me and my secret place, which is a good thing. Normally, the only time you hear any noise in the castle halls is when: (a) father has guests and is merrily touring them around, or (b) the servants are talking and giggling about the new bit of gossip they have learned. I haven't heard any noise today—an excellent sign.
Now, I fear that I must confess my deepest secret to you. I once—never mind. I will be back later. My mother will come into my room soon to get me ready for a fitting by the royal tailor—new shells, veils, and shawls. Goodbye.
*Later*
I arrived at the castle about five hours ago. The fitting is over—the shells and veils should arrive tomorrow, the shawls the next day. I stopped writing at the exact same moment that my mother entered my room!! It was very lucky!