| Tuesday:I am still shaking with barely supressed rage after my inhuman treatment at the hands of those slack-jawed troglodytes laughingly known as the Duchy Guards today. I went to visit Irvyn, as I had nothing better to do and as soon as I entered the Infirmary, two of these vile creatures began insulting me. One of them even forgot herself so far as to actually lay her filthy hands on me, so of course I had to administer a slap to her insubordinate face. All the while, that pitiful excuse for a man just lay there in the bed, pretending to be in his death throes! Every day, I thank all the Virtues that I no longer have the misfortune to be married to him.
Luckily, just as the buffoons were attempting to force me to leave, that dear man Commander Jurrel arrived and came to my rescue. What a relief! He took me to his office in Minoc, where were were met by several of the townsfolk; I must say they were a huge improvement on the rabble that populates Trinsic these days. They were most respectful and appeared to be well aware that they were in the presence of a lady, and I found them delightful!
Commander Jurrel himself was, as ever, the perfect gentleman and most attentive, sparing no effort to put me at ease. He has even bespoken me a very small house in the city, which is so kind of him.
Commander Jurrel seems to be greatly taken with me, and who can blame him, after all? A gentleman in his position must be in urgent need of a wife, who can be at his side through thick and thin. Hmm, I wonder what colour is best for a second ceremony? I must send for my dressmaker and choose some samples.
I wonder if I shall see the Baron while I am staying in Minoc? |