My Dear Diary,
It's truly amazing how easy it is to fall into a routine, wherever you are. It's barely been a week, and I have a basic idea of how my day will pass.
The door will open everyday just after dawn, which is my cue to go to the kitchens to prepare a tea tray. It's a good thing that I've always been an early riser, so on most days, I'm already awake by then.
When I take the tea to the Great Hall, Rumplestiltskin is usually already waiting for me. He's an early riser himself, but he doesn't much care for breakfast and only takes tea. Sometimes he invites me to have some with him, then I have some breakfast in the kitchen.
I spend the day exploring the parts of the Castle I haven't seen before, cleaning out what I can. Rumplestiltskin doesn't eat much, if he wants lunch or dinner, he informs me, otherwise I just fix a quick snack for myself. When Rumplestiltskin knows I'm tired he'll send me back down to sleep.
And diary, it frightens me. The monotony of it all, one day after another. It is the same as what was at home: I knew what was going to happen in my life, I knew I was going to grow old in the same place without seeing the world. Now,I live with someone who has already done so, but he refuses to share anything.
And I am grateful, I know it could be much worse.I just wish I had a purpose in this place. However unpleasant, I knew my duty at home and had accepted it, if grudgingly. Here, Rumplestiltskin can clean the whole castle or conjure a banquet at a whim. So what am I doing here?
I intend to find out.
Belle