Dear Diary,
Well my migraine is finally gone, after some resting in my own nice suite here in the capital. The Senators of Crimea were not happy to see me, especially unannounced, but Queen Elincia has mastered the art of the death glare and they all quickly shut up. You go, girl. Keep them in line.
Huh, you know, I just realized that all the beorc nations have women rulers, and all the laguz nations have men. Well, except Hatari, but do they really count? Not that I had a point to make with that, it was just a random observation.
So anyway, I need to figure out how to get out of here soon. I'm on a mission! Elincia rolled my eyes when I explained it to her, but was a little bit better when I specified I'm not going to see Ike. I think she's sick of everyone wanting to talk to him. It's like when I was king, everyone wanted to talk to Micaiah, except that was a relief to me. Yet another reason I'm not exactly unhappy I'm not the king anymore. Except, you know, I will be.
Oh, and I forgot to mention it actually was to my benefit that Micaiah can read my mind. She found me after my mother's impromptu sex talk, and told me to get the hell out of Daein while I still could. Thank the dead goddess for my fiancé!
Okay, sleep time. Good night, Diary.
-Pelleas