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Written By Brianna

June 17, 2016, 12:12 p.m.(10/13/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Alaric

Sherrod gone. Alaric left as a yam - all eyes and no consciousness. Miserable timing for all of that.

It's not that I think he's a fabulous King, I really don't; he's a damn fool, but he grows on you. Like lichen. I enjoyed all those moments we laughed at amusing stories together. I enjoyed the riding we did. The hunting. The talking. He was a fool, but he was my fool - my closest friend for quite some time, until that farce of a marriage was performed.

I had duties in Whitehold to handle, but I do wish I had been in Arx. Maybe I could have helped him somehow.

Written By Brianna

June 16, 2016, 12:53 p.m.(10/11/1003 AR)

I won that spar. Victus Thrax can cry all he wants about it not being true, but it ended with him on his ass before he pitched a little fit and stated it was over. And the Pravus woman, she was just trying to show off; she thinks she has style, but the shavs don't care if you've got style.

Whiny bastard. That's what Victus Thrax is. And I don't care if he ever sees that written down, it's truth enough. Oh, the mirrormask is crazy, boo hoo. Oh, she accused me of killing Alessandra, boo hoo. He doesn't listen to common sense. Maybe he did kill her. That too personal for this?

Written By Brianna

June 13, 2016, 8 p.m.(10/2/1003 AR)

There aren't too many people I find amusing even when they aren't standing their two feet right in front of me. Father isn't. I suppose Kieran is, but that boy has too much energy in him not to be. The fact that Victus is surprised me. Maybe I'm just amused by a man with a foul attitude on life.

I don't understand the Thraxian ideal. Sure, father's tried to make me into some sort of model noblelady, but he's never tried demanding I stop with the axes and sit down and find myself a husband and take care of Whitehold. Think I'd rather be a shav than deal with that sort of bullshit. How can their women stand it? Life's no fun if you can't run around with the boys and get dirty sometimes.

Valencia would cut my hand off if she saw me writing that one, I think. Better not repeat that out loud.

Written By Brianna

June 12, 2016, 9:24 p.m.(9/28/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

Curious bear, isn't he? Laughs sometimes at strange things. He grows on you a bit, doesn't he? Like a fungus, or moss on the trees, annoying but vaguely pretty. Shame he's Thraxian, don't you think?

Written By Brianna

June 1, 2016, 8:10 p.m.(8/23/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

If all Thraxian men are like this one, it's a wonder they have any sort of lands at all. He's a bit infuriating.

Written By Brianna

May 30, 2016, 10:26 p.m.(8/17/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Kieran

Prince Kieran. Young, brash, amusing - everything you'd want to see in the men from home. I find him entertaining, even if he seems more inclined to get himself killed early in glorious stupidity than he should be. And I suppose I can appreciate that he found out the zebra wasn't painting.

Written By Brianna

May 29, 2016, 7:51 p.m.(8/14/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Valencia

She comes from the south, but she's one of us all the same, even with her customs and lavishness. I enjoy that; she proves you can balance both worlds, the court and home in the cold, and she's easy enough to talk to even if she chides.

Written By Brianna

May 14, 2016, 11:20 p.m.(6/26/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Deva

I admire Princess Deva Redrain so much. She has all the passion of the Northlands and refuses to surrender it even for a moment. Father was always pressing me to play the perfect southern lady when at court, and it chaffed. Some moments could be enjoyable, but it never fit right. It's so refreshing to see a woman who refuses to change who she is for anyone.

Written By Brianna

May 14, 2016, 10:57 p.m.(6/26/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Vercyn

Duke Vercyn is a great man who ended the threat of many of the worst shav tribes and has been fighting for years for Redrain. As a father, he is infuriating. Controlling, angry, always wishing to tell me precisely how to live, who I can talk to, what I might do, trying to guide every step while being at the same time distant, cold and scheming. A great man, and a terrible, terrible father, who seems not to care for family at all, only for how they reflect upon him.

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