Post by Eamonn Calvey on Mar 21, 2007 20:10:45 GMT -6
Day before the Midwinter Festival.
I never thought I'd have a journal; I always thought my life would be too exciting for such trivial things, but it seems that I've been proven wrong. I can't really confide my deepest thoughts to my siblings or Mum, so here I am, resorting to parchment.
Wonderful.
Late last night I met a girl of noble blood, in the gardens on the East side of the castle. She was... nice. Really nice, I mean. Alas, I feel a bit weird, telling about what was said to a piece of parchment, and what if Alia or Jhonny were to find this? I would never hear the end of it, and then they'd rat me out to Mum, who was start interrogating me about Miss... I suppose I shouldn't say her name. Actually, I did not recognize her first name, at first, but I have heard of her father, I think. It's difficult to keep track of people, when I'm away most of the time, travelling about and going to and from battles and skirmishes. King Mhonnen's hold on the Northern border seems to be a bit iffy, from what I've see, and although it's peaceful right now, I fear we might suffer an attack, before long. All I can hope is that it's not right in the middle of the tournament, but my current stroke of good fortune surely cannot last long.
Onto a more relaxed subject, the turnout for the tournament seems very decent. I'm not quite sure of what to consider my odds as, since many of the jousters seem very trained and capable. I only hope that I can best them. I've been continuing to train with Alia, and she's ever getting better, much to my dismay. I'd certainly credit her with having a chance with winning the tournament, and what if, by some stroke of luck [on her behalf, not mine, obviously,] she won it? What then? They say that the winner will be considered among the other noble suitors for the hand of the eldest Princess, Isobel. I would love such an honour, for I have to admit, to marry a Princess was a childhood fantasy of mine. But.. Alia? She has no use for such a thing; she is indeed a woman herself, much as I hate to credit her with being grown up.
If she won, things would surely get interesting. All the more reason for me to win! I'll admit, the young lady I chanced upon last night caught my eye, but the glory of the tournament stands before me, and I've only just met her. How could I possibly start thinking of the future? Something that Mother says I should be doing, of course. She says that with twenty three summers under my belt, I need to think about who I want to marry. But surely one cannot rush the process of finding that one person, which is one of the rare things that I agree with Alia on.
Imagine that. Me and Allie agree on something. That should definitely be documented by a scribe, or something. Yup.
Tomorrow is the Midwinter Festival. I am going into the village centre, of course, and have to admit, I hope I see a large white dog, there. Hey, maybe even the royal family will grace us with their presence; I'm sure Alia would love to give them an earful.
Well, I should go, I didn't realize how much I'd written until just now. Surely next time I shall write less. If I use up all the ink, they're be people all over me in an instant; this is all we have for the month.
Hoping these words to be kept a secrete,
..... Eamonn Rhys Calvey.
I never thought I'd have a journal; I always thought my life would be too exciting for such trivial things, but it seems that I've been proven wrong. I can't really confide my deepest thoughts to my siblings or Mum, so here I am, resorting to parchment.
Wonderful.
Late last night I met a girl of noble blood, in the gardens on the East side of the castle. She was... nice. Really nice, I mean. Alas, I feel a bit weird, telling about what was said to a piece of parchment, and what if Alia or Jhonny were to find this? I would never hear the end of it, and then they'd rat me out to Mum, who was start interrogating me about Miss... I suppose I shouldn't say her name. Actually, I did not recognize her first name, at first, but I have heard of her father, I think. It's difficult to keep track of people, when I'm away most of the time, travelling about and going to and from battles and skirmishes. King Mhonnen's hold on the Northern border seems to be a bit iffy, from what I've see, and although it's peaceful right now, I fear we might suffer an attack, before long. All I can hope is that it's not right in the middle of the tournament, but my current stroke of good fortune surely cannot last long.
Onto a more relaxed subject, the turnout for the tournament seems very decent. I'm not quite sure of what to consider my odds as, since many of the jousters seem very trained and capable. I only hope that I can best them. I've been continuing to train with Alia, and she's ever getting better, much to my dismay. I'd certainly credit her with having a chance with winning the tournament, and what if, by some stroke of luck [on her behalf, not mine, obviously,] she won it? What then? They say that the winner will be considered among the other noble suitors for the hand of the eldest Princess, Isobel. I would love such an honour, for I have to admit, to marry a Princess was a childhood fantasy of mine. But.. Alia? She has no use for such a thing; she is indeed a woman herself, much as I hate to credit her with being grown up.
If she won, things would surely get interesting. All the more reason for me to win! I'll admit, the young lady I chanced upon last night caught my eye, but the glory of the tournament stands before me, and I've only just met her. How could I possibly start thinking of the future? Something that Mother says I should be doing, of course. She says that with twenty three summers under my belt, I need to think about who I want to marry. But surely one cannot rush the process of finding that one person, which is one of the rare things that I agree with Alia on.
Imagine that. Me and Allie agree on something. That should definitely be documented by a scribe, or something. Yup.
Tomorrow is the Midwinter Festival. I am going into the village centre, of course, and have to admit, I hope I see a large white dog, there. Hey, maybe even the royal family will grace us with their presence; I'm sure Alia would love to give them an earful.
Well, I should go, I didn't realize how much I'd written until just now. Surely next time I shall write less. If I use up all the ink, they're be people all over me in an instant; this is all we have for the month.
Hoping these words to be kept a secrete,
..... Eamonn Rhys Calvey.
