Dearest Diary,
Three weeks! Three weeks passed with no message, no rumor, nothing of my bride. I have sent a party to search for her out of fear she may have been injured but I fear that I have once again lost her.
How could this have happened!? This is the third time she has vanished! How dare she make a fool of me!
My fury has no bounds my dear Diary! When she returns and mark my words she will return, she will never leave my sight. She maybe a Queen but she is my bride and my bride will remain by my side until our last breath. I swear to you I will lock her away and throw away the key.
She will be mine. Only mine.
You're Welcome,
Chaotica
P.S. I asked Geoffrey about the wife, he never had one. I offered him Miss Goodheart but he said her constant screaming gives him painful headaches. I agreed.