I’m not feeling too well today… I have horrible stomach cramps from you-know-what and a massive headache to go alongside what appears to be the early stages of a nasty cold. Oh this next week is going to be fun.
I was so looking forward to wearing that gorgeous dress I bought yesterday as well… And yes, I’m still severely ticked off about that noblewoman’s comments! I swear to the gods, if I weren’t royalty, I’d unleash language that could make a sailor blush. Not that it’s stopped me before… haha. But no, language like that should only be used in the most… What’s the word? Ah! Extreme situations.
Anyway, I’d better be off, I was instructed by my doctor to get lots of bed rest, even though I don’t want to slob about in bed all day. Oh well, at least I can see the spires of that alluring world beyond the enchanted forest. Though I don’t know why it is called that. It looks like a normal forest to me, there’s nothing enchanting about it.
Ta-ta for now.
Ella x
Thursday
Yakashmite 10th 7648 S.F
By the gods! People make me so damn angry!
Keela and I went to the re-opened market today because I wanted a new dress and I had seen the new stock come in from the boat on the docks. I prefer market traders to those posh, upscale shops in the rich district (because I hate the nobles) and as I was browsing through the dresses, who should bump into me? A noble woman, Lady varavonn… something-or-other, who cares anyway?
Anydoodle, I found this really nice pink dress, knee length hem, sleeveless, but with nice thick shoulder straps and a good neckline, not too plunging, because a lady should be modest. Also it’s nice and thin, not one of those wild bouffant dresses the noble women all wear, you know the ones? Them that make their arses look the size of a unicorns. As I was looking at this dress, I was thinking it would go nicely with some nice, white shoosies… Or brown leather boots, only the gods know why I would pick such an odd combination.
So as I took the dress off the rack, this noble woman comes from nowhere and tells me that.
“A lady of my personage should not be buying or wearing tatty clothes that are suitable only for the riff-raff and streetwalkers”
I have no idea where she came from or why she was even in the “poor” district (I prefer the term “lower” district)
Does she forget that my own mother came from a poor, hard-working family that grew up in the lower district? And I am not ashamed to say I am proud to have my roots here amongst the more deserving.
But why can people not mind their own damn business? It just really annoys me that there is always somebody out there ready to stick their nose where it doesn’t belong. And they’re always from the higher class.
Anyway, I bought the dress! I tried it on as soon as I got home and I must say I LOVE it! I’m going to wear it at every possible opportunity! Plus it will annoy those snooty higher-class women, which makes it both a bonus and a bargain.
Anyway, must go, I have to go for my dinner.
Toodle-ooh and all that posh nonsense.
Ellie xx
Keela and I went to the re-opened market today because I wanted a new dress and I had seen the new stock come in from the boat on the docks. I prefer market traders to those posh, upscale shops in the rich district (because I hate the nobles) and as I was browsing through the dresses, who should bump into me? A noble woman, Lady varavonn… something-or-other, who cares anyway?
Anydoodle, I found this really nice pink dress, knee length hem, sleeveless, but with nice thick shoulder straps and a good neckline, not too plunging, because a lady should be modest. Also it’s nice and thin, not one of those wild bouffant dresses the noble women all wear, you know the ones? Them that make their arses look the size of a unicorns. As I was looking at this dress, I was thinking it would go nicely with some nice, white shoosies… Or brown leather boots, only the gods know why I would pick such an odd combination.
So as I took the dress off the rack, this noble woman comes from nowhere and tells me that.
“A lady of my personage should not be buying or wearing tatty clothes that are suitable only for the riff-raff and streetwalkers”
I have no idea where she came from or why she was even in the “poor” district (I prefer the term “lower” district)
Does she forget that my own mother came from a poor, hard-working family that grew up in the lower district? And I am not ashamed to say I am proud to have my roots here amongst the more deserving.
But why can people not mind their own damn business? It just really annoys me that there is always somebody out there ready to stick their nose where it doesn’t belong. And they’re always from the higher class.
Anyway, I bought the dress! I tried it on as soon as I got home and I must say I LOVE it! I’m going to wear it at every possible opportunity! Plus it will annoy those snooty higher-class women, which makes it both a bonus and a bargain.
Anyway, must go, I have to go for my dinner.
Toodle-ooh and all that posh nonsense.
Ellie xx
Wednesday
Yakashmite 9th 7648 S.F
Good news, the snow that had submerged most of the kingdom is now beginning to melt as the sun is proudly shining upon it.
I don’t understand though, if the sun is shining, how can it still be so cold?
Today was tediously dull, there was nothing to do, I spent most of my day up in my chambers, staring out to the magic kingdom beyond the forest. Oh how I long to see beyond its walls.
I also wrote another poem, I’m quite proud of it so I shall also write it here for the sake of preservation.
“I dream the dreams I dare not speak
My fantasies, they make me weak
In the end I will be all but gone
To allow the world to move along
I live a lie in a field of mist
Hoping just to once more exist
And it is love that I hope to seek
But I dare not wonder, dare not peek
For within this world that we all share
Is a sinful life, though none shall care
And when it comes, when I am slain
My love is lost, but my soul is gained
How I wonder, how I wish
To find my love and true loves kiss
But in the end, I have nothing but pain
How I long to live and love again”
I must be going. I grow tired and the flame on this candle grows shorter by the second.
We could be in for more cold tonight… Oh goodie…
Bye for now
Ella
X
I don’t understand though, if the sun is shining, how can it still be so cold?
Today was tediously dull, there was nothing to do, I spent most of my day up in my chambers, staring out to the magic kingdom beyond the forest. Oh how I long to see beyond its walls.
I also wrote another poem, I’m quite proud of it so I shall also write it here for the sake of preservation.
“I dream the dreams I dare not speak
My fantasies, they make me weak
In the end I will be all but gone
To allow the world to move along
I live a lie in a field of mist
Hoping just to once more exist
And it is love that I hope to seek
But I dare not wonder, dare not peek
For within this world that we all share
Is a sinful life, though none shall care
And when it comes, when I am slain
My love is lost, but my soul is gained
How I wonder, how I wish
To find my love and true loves kiss
But in the end, I have nothing but pain
How I long to live and love again”
I must be going. I grow tired and the flame on this candle grows shorter by the second.
We could be in for more cold tonight… Oh goodie…
Bye for now
Ella
X
Tuesday
Yakashmite 8th 7648 S.F
Earlier today I was talking with my sisters (as I do) and as we wondered round the palace we happened to bump into our father’s most faithful advisor (whom I used to fear as a child due to his eyes being stitched shut after losing his sight) who was kind enough to amuse us with some history.
According to him this very palace I stand on was built on top of the ruins of an even more ancient one, now whether this ancient palace belonged to the ancients themselves or someone younger or even older than the ancient is unknown however.
The fact there is another building beneath this one intrigues me and I would love to someday visit it, but my father is smart.
The boundaries between this beautiful structure and the ancient one below are behind the prison that lives deep within the bowels of this place.
I have heard horrific stories about it though, at how they torture thieves, rapists, murderers and a whole assortment of individuals who wish to break the law, sometimes, I think I can even hear the screams of these men and women seeping up through the stones in the floor… maybe its my imagination, but things like that are not what a princess should be imagining.
Maybe one day when I am much older and the kingdom under the reign of one of my sisters I shall venture through the dungeons to find this other kingdom… but until then, it shall forever remain a mystery.
Speaking of sisters, I think I shall go and join them in whatever activity they are doing.
Bye for now
Lots of Love
Elloria
According to him this very palace I stand on was built on top of the ruins of an even more ancient one, now whether this ancient palace belonged to the ancients themselves or someone younger or even older than the ancient is unknown however.
The fact there is another building beneath this one intrigues me and I would love to someday visit it, but my father is smart.
The boundaries between this beautiful structure and the ancient one below are behind the prison that lives deep within the bowels of this place.
I have heard horrific stories about it though, at how they torture thieves, rapists, murderers and a whole assortment of individuals who wish to break the law, sometimes, I think I can even hear the screams of these men and women seeping up through the stones in the floor… maybe its my imagination, but things like that are not what a princess should be imagining.
Maybe one day when I am much older and the kingdom under the reign of one of my sisters I shall venture through the dungeons to find this other kingdom… but until then, it shall forever remain a mystery.
Speaking of sisters, I think I shall go and join them in whatever activity they are doing.
Bye for now
Lots of Love
Elloria
Monday
Yakashmite 7th 7648 S.F
Well… another day has gone by, time never seems to slow down and let me just enjoy what is, I am a young woman but shall soon be an old crone if time continues to move as fast as it is.
I know I am supposed to have fun during my teen years (Though I am actually twenty, as you know), for it is then you are old enough to appreciate what you have but are young enough to enjoy it, but how can I enjoy it when so many things permit me from doing so? My duties, my status, my unfulfilled desires and time itself, because there isn’t enough time for me to do these things and still be able to have fun.
I know I seem to be rambling here and that I should get to a point about it, but I can’t, I’m writing this nonsense simply to stem the boredom that is currently plaguing me.
Normally I would go out as you know, even during these cold winter months but last night gave birth to a fierce blizzard.
The winds howled, the glass in my shutters clattered and the snow and darkness symbiotically obscured my view and out of the madness of nature came a thing of beauty.
From my own bedroom I can see barely the forest, covered in a blanket of white and the human kingdom beyond it the same.
My own kingdom however bears the startling horror of what the blizzard thrust upon us, most of the good people who live here are snowed in, kept prisoner in their own homes by a frosty guard, naturally my father and his serves have gone to try and help the hundreds, if not thousands that are stuck, but I fear their efforts are for nought and that the best option would be simply thus: wait for the snow to melt.
It is a remarkable sight though.
Toodles for now
Elloria
I know I am supposed to have fun during my teen years (Though I am actually twenty, as you know), for it is then you are old enough to appreciate what you have but are young enough to enjoy it, but how can I enjoy it when so many things permit me from doing so? My duties, my status, my unfulfilled desires and time itself, because there isn’t enough time for me to do these things and still be able to have fun.
I know I seem to be rambling here and that I should get to a point about it, but I can’t, I’m writing this nonsense simply to stem the boredom that is currently plaguing me.
Normally I would go out as you know, even during these cold winter months but last night gave birth to a fierce blizzard.
The winds howled, the glass in my shutters clattered and the snow and darkness symbiotically obscured my view and out of the madness of nature came a thing of beauty.
From my own bedroom I can see barely the forest, covered in a blanket of white and the human kingdom beyond it the same.
My own kingdom however bears the startling horror of what the blizzard thrust upon us, most of the good people who live here are snowed in, kept prisoner in their own homes by a frosty guard, naturally my father and his serves have gone to try and help the hundreds, if not thousands that are stuck, but I fear their efforts are for nought and that the best option would be simply thus: wait for the snow to melt.
It is a remarkable sight though.
Toodles for now
Elloria
Sunday
Yakashmite 6th 7648 S.F
Last night I did as I said I would do and ventured into the crypt.
It was awfully cold, spooky and dark, but there was something about being in there that eased me.
Ancestors lined the walls in their stone caskets; I was shocked to see dates that go as far back as five hundred years.
My mothers sarcophagus however was not contained within the tomb.
I was deeply saddened by this until I noticed a door at the far back of the crypt that led to a passageway, this passageway in turn led to another door.
My dear mother rests beyond that door.
She doesn’t actually reside within the crypt itself; instead she has been laid to rest on a specially built balcony that overlooks the ocean.
The balcony floor is somehow coated with grass, roses and other botanical wonders, she always did (apparently, I never really knew her) love the outdoors and I think its wonderful, lovely and extremely romantic of my father to take all this into consideration when picking her place of eternal rest.
Hmm, it’s snowing again, and quite heavily I might add… I can’t see a thing through it.
It looks like tonight will be a cold night for all, a shame really because I’m just about to climb into bed… I love watching the snow.
Ta-ta for now
Ellie
XxXxX
It was awfully cold, spooky and dark, but there was something about being in there that eased me.
Ancestors lined the walls in their stone caskets; I was shocked to see dates that go as far back as five hundred years.
My mothers sarcophagus however was not contained within the tomb.
I was deeply saddened by this until I noticed a door at the far back of the crypt that led to a passageway, this passageway in turn led to another door.
My dear mother rests beyond that door.
She doesn’t actually reside within the crypt itself; instead she has been laid to rest on a specially built balcony that overlooks the ocean.
The balcony floor is somehow coated with grass, roses and other botanical wonders, she always did (apparently, I never really knew her) love the outdoors and I think its wonderful, lovely and extremely romantic of my father to take all this into consideration when picking her place of eternal rest.
Hmm, it’s snowing again, and quite heavily I might add… I can’t see a thing through it.
It looks like tonight will be a cold night for all, a shame really because I’m just about to climb into bed… I love watching the snow.
Ta-ta for now
Ellie
XxXxX
Saturday
Yakashmite 5th 7648 S.F
It snowed a bit earlier today; I’m surprised… Surprised it didn’t happen sooner.
It didn’t last long, only for an hour or so, but that hour seemed magical as I looked out of the glass doors that overlooked our hanging gardens and watched with childish joy as the white flakes fluttered to the ground before disappearing as they melted away.
I do wish it would stick. Everything looks so lovely when covered in the pristine, white blanket of nature.
In other news, I finally discovered the combination to the family crypt. I haven’t been in yet though, I’m too frightened.
Maybe I’ll venture in tonight once I know everybody is asleep.
It sounds like a good idea to me anyway.
Must be going now.
I promised my sisters I’d beat them in a game of chuzzit
Love
Elloria
XxxxxxX
It didn’t last long, only for an hour or so, but that hour seemed magical as I looked out of the glass doors that overlooked our hanging gardens and watched with childish joy as the white flakes fluttered to the ground before disappearing as they melted away.
I do wish it would stick. Everything looks so lovely when covered in the pristine, white blanket of nature.
In other news, I finally discovered the combination to the family crypt. I haven’t been in yet though, I’m too frightened.
Maybe I’ll venture in tonight once I know everybody is asleep.
It sounds like a good idea to me anyway.
Must be going now.
I promised my sisters I’d beat them in a game of chuzzit
Love
Elloria
XxxxxxX
Friday
Yakashmite 4th 7648 S.F
I had the strangest dream last night.
I just can't seem to get it out of my head and it plays over and over again, it really is quite baffling.
I'm standing in a hospital, waiting at the reception for somebody to come and attend to me and the place is eerily empty save for the odd nurse that walks through the waiting room and through some large grey doors.
Suddenly torches on the wall begin to flicker violently and in that split second the room is in blackness. The black shadowy figure of a girl I know all too well as someone who has haunted a previous recurring nightmare, and several others is visible and vanishes the very moment the torches burst into wild flame.
The image of this girl scares me half to death so I run and push myself through the door into a long corridor, I keep running until I emerge into another waiting room at the other end, and this room is bustling with patients and doctors etc.
I feel safe for the moment, then the torches flicker again and then the light in the hospital dies.
As an eerie green glow suddenly illuminates the room I see the shadowy ghost appear in the half light, I can't see her face but I know she's angry and suddenly papers begin to fly off desks, sparks of blue lightning emit from nowhere and the receptionist is hurled over her station and into a window.
I quickly run behind the reception desk, and as I duck and hide behind it a doctor kneels beside me and tells me something, I can't remember what he said, but instantly, after he did I stood up to face the ghost.
I look at her and she is no longer shadowy, she dusts down a mud covered black dress and looks at me, her skin is pale and as pure as winter snow and her eyes are a dazzling sea blue.
With her long black hair tucked back behind her ears she just stares at me until I hear her say "mummy" and that’s it, that’s all she says, and only once before picking a teddy bear up off the ground and carries it off down the hallway.
Creepy huh?
Ella x
I just can't seem to get it out of my head and it plays over and over again, it really is quite baffling.
I'm standing in a hospital, waiting at the reception for somebody to come and attend to me and the place is eerily empty save for the odd nurse that walks through the waiting room and through some large grey doors.
Suddenly torches on the wall begin to flicker violently and in that split second the room is in blackness. The black shadowy figure of a girl I know all too well as someone who has haunted a previous recurring nightmare, and several others is visible and vanishes the very moment the torches burst into wild flame.
The image of this girl scares me half to death so I run and push myself through the door into a long corridor, I keep running until I emerge into another waiting room at the other end, and this room is bustling with patients and doctors etc.
I feel safe for the moment, then the torches flicker again and then the light in the hospital dies.
As an eerie green glow suddenly illuminates the room I see the shadowy ghost appear in the half light, I can't see her face but I know she's angry and suddenly papers begin to fly off desks, sparks of blue lightning emit from nowhere and the receptionist is hurled over her station and into a window.
I quickly run behind the reception desk, and as I duck and hide behind it a doctor kneels beside me and tells me something, I can't remember what he said, but instantly, after he did I stood up to face the ghost.
I look at her and she is no longer shadowy, she dusts down a mud covered black dress and looks at me, her skin is pale and as pure as winter snow and her eyes are a dazzling sea blue.
With her long black hair tucked back behind her ears she just stares at me until I hear her say "mummy" and that’s it, that’s all she says, and only once before picking a teddy bear up off the ground and carries it off down the hallway.
Creepy huh?
Ella x
Thursday
Yakashmite 3rd 7648 S.F
The human kingdom across the forest still captivates my mind as it has done for countless years, but now my strong yearning to visit it grows ever stronger as I look out of my frost bitten window to see it there, sat beyond a grey mist that the forest is covered in, in lonely solitude.
Something in my blood tells me that one day, I will visit it; I shall see it with my own two eyes. Though something else tells me that I won’t see it for quite some time.
Better just keep dreaming then.
I’ve talked about it with my sisters; they think I’m crazy for wanting to visit that place, especially after how our mother died.
Thing is though, I don’t know how she died, nobody has the decency to tell me anything so instead, I am left ignorant to the reason. But for some strange reason, they seem to assume I know, at least they speak as if I do.
Weird.
Anyway, it’s almost dinnertime.
I’ll look forward to writing more soon.
Ellie xx
Something in my blood tells me that one day, I will visit it; I shall see it with my own two eyes. Though something else tells me that I won’t see it for quite some time.
Better just keep dreaming then.
I’ve talked about it with my sisters; they think I’m crazy for wanting to visit that place, especially after how our mother died.
Thing is though, I don’t know how she died, nobody has the decency to tell me anything so instead, I am left ignorant to the reason. But for some strange reason, they seem to assume I know, at least they speak as if I do.
Weird.
Anyway, it’s almost dinnertime.
I’ll look forward to writing more soon.
Ellie xx
Wednesday
Yakashmite 2nd 7648 S.F
The second day of the year 7648 S.F (Saiga frerren) has come to my, as of lately, sleepy little kingdom, as well as the rest of the world of Ariy’aan.
My sisters and I thought it would be fun to venture down into the kingdom and have a look around while all the shops were shut for the holiday. So we donned our furs, and off we set.
What we saw there however chilled us to the bone, and that’s not because it was cold outside.
The kingdom was absolutely desolate, not a soul to be seen, anywhere.
The stalls were all closed up, as were the shops and places of those that make products to sell The docks were empty, even the boats that were moored there, they just bobbed up and down in the water.
Not even the children were out playing. I guess this horrid; cold weather we’re having is just too much for anybody.
But it was a scary experience, I remember once, when I was much younger, imagining what it would be like if everyone in the kingdom just vanished. But I never imagined it to be like this.
After we arrived at home, the three of us just spent the last few remaining hours, up until the point of where I write this, in our fathers study by the fireplace.
Must dash; have to rejoin my sisters for some biscuits and wine. Yum
Elloria
My sisters and I thought it would be fun to venture down into the kingdom and have a look around while all the shops were shut for the holiday. So we donned our furs, and off we set.
What we saw there however chilled us to the bone, and that’s not because it was cold outside.
The kingdom was absolutely desolate, not a soul to be seen, anywhere.
The stalls were all closed up, as were the shops and places of those that make products to sell The docks were empty, even the boats that were moored there, they just bobbed up and down in the water.
Not even the children were out playing. I guess this horrid; cold weather we’re having is just too much for anybody.
But it was a scary experience, I remember once, when I was much younger, imagining what it would be like if everyone in the kingdom just vanished. But I never imagined it to be like this.
After we arrived at home, the three of us just spent the last few remaining hours, up until the point of where I write this, in our fathers study by the fireplace.
Must dash; have to rejoin my sisters for some biscuits and wine. Yum
Elloria
Monday
Yakashmite 1st 7648 S.F
Here it is, another year, another new diary to fill.
The annual party my father threw last night was brilliant, as it normally is, but for some strange reason, I just wasn’t in the mood for it, I just didn’t at all feel like mingling with people, I just wanted to be left alone.
It was funny though to see my sisters drunk on wine and singing loudly, out of tune I might add.
But as I sit here now, on the first eve of this New Year, I do wonder what this year will bring to my life.
Love? Adventure? Peace and tranquillity? I highly doubt it. It will be just the same as last year, except I’ll be a year older.
I sit here in the cold garden as I write this, and fortunately it’s not raining, as it has on & off for several days now, which I am glad, and as I do, I look out at the kingdom and the choppy waves beyond it and I know with all my heart that I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Well, except one place… But I do think I rattle on about that place far too much, don’t you?
But also, I am using this quietness in the cold outside to reflect up on the past year, of wishes that have not been granted, dreams that go unfulfilled and loved ones that can’t be with us, no matter how hard we try.
Speaking of loved ones, I think I’ve almost cracked the code on the door to the family crypt, I just need more time on it, though finding said time is tough when we really aren’t supposed to be in there to let the deceased rest so the servants will question me as much as my father should I be caught.
But I do so long to see what's behind that door, almost as much as I desire to visit the human kingdom beyond the forest that taunts me so.
Anyway, I’m growing cold now going to go inside now and warm up in front of the fire
I look forward to writing in you tomorrow.
Elloria
The annual party my father threw last night was brilliant, as it normally is, but for some strange reason, I just wasn’t in the mood for it, I just didn’t at all feel like mingling with people, I just wanted to be left alone.
It was funny though to see my sisters drunk on wine and singing loudly, out of tune I might add.
But as I sit here now, on the first eve of this New Year, I do wonder what this year will bring to my life.
Love? Adventure? Peace and tranquillity? I highly doubt it. It will be just the same as last year, except I’ll be a year older.
I sit here in the cold garden as I write this, and fortunately it’s not raining, as it has on & off for several days now, which I am glad, and as I do, I look out at the kingdom and the choppy waves beyond it and I know with all my heart that I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Well, except one place… But I do think I rattle on about that place far too much, don’t you?
But also, I am using this quietness in the cold outside to reflect up on the past year, of wishes that have not been granted, dreams that go unfulfilled and loved ones that can’t be with us, no matter how hard we try.
Speaking of loved ones, I think I’ve almost cracked the code on the door to the family crypt, I just need more time on it, though finding said time is tough when we really aren’t supposed to be in there to let the deceased rest so the servants will question me as much as my father should I be caught.
But I do so long to see what's behind that door, almost as much as I desire to visit the human kingdom beyond the forest that taunts me so.
Anyway, I’m growing cold now going to go inside now and warm up in front of the fire
I look forward to writing in you tomorrow.
Elloria
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