A Lady’s Journal
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Title: A Lady's Journal
Author: Lady Palasin
May 1:
This winter has been so hard on poor Erric. My failing health distresses him, though he tries hard to hide it from me. He carries on as though I will get better soon, buying me gifts to wear when we celebrate an occasion that we both know will never happen.
Today it was an enormous diamond pendant on a chain encrusted with even more diamonds (too many to count!). I hate to think about what he spent on it, especially after all the money that has gone to the mages and healers seeking to find a cure for this wasting disease.
May 20:
Erric seems to be hard at work, although he only smiles and says nothing when I ask him what he is up to. He locks himself in the study for hours at a time, coming out only to sit at my bedside while I take my medicines and teas. It tends to worry me somewhat, as lately there is an odd gleam in his eyes, as though he is hiding something from me that I would be displeased to discover.
June 4:
Maybe it is just my imagination, or the effect my health has had on the household, but our servant seems to have a cloud over her usually sunny disposition of late. Her brow is often furrowed when she thinks I am not looking. She has been quite amazing these past few weeks, stolidly enduring the unpleasant tasks and clean up associated with my illness; the soiled cloths and waters that result from my constant coughing of blood. She does everything without complaint, and does her best to appear cheerful and optimistic, but I cannot shake the feeling that she is concerned, and not merely about my failing health.
June 21:
My time is coming soon. No one can deny this now, but my husband's reaction is not what I would have expected. He seems almost...excited, and it troubles me deeply. For the last month or so I have heard odd noises late at night from the study: strange words being shouted, and the occasional breaking of glass. I have asked him repeatedly to tell me what is going on, but each time he feigns ignorance. He seems oddly confident, and repeatedly tells me that all is fine. When I try to talk about my imminent demise, which I the last month or so I have heard odd noises late at night from the study: strange words being shouted, and the occasional breaking of glass.
I have asked him repeatedly to tell me what is going on, but each time he feigns ignorance. He seems oddly confident, and repeatedly tells me that all is fine. When I try to talk about my imminent demise, which I the last month or so I have heard odd noises late at night from the study: strange words being shouted, and the occasional breaking of glass. I have asked him repeatedly to tell me too long. May he forgive me for leaving this way...