| Monday.
How strange, not a word from dear Commander Jurrel for several days, and he has been so attentive thus far. I notice from the newspaper that Irvyn is attempting to ingratiate himself with the Commander, who appears to have made up his mind that Trinsic is disloyal. Well I am not at all surprised. Irvyn has made some very peculiar alliances in his time, I remember well that megalomaniac female who once ruled Nujel'm. Really, that man will do anything to toady to those he thinks are more popular. What a shame he was not kinder to me, when I was clearly loved by the people. Ah well, tis all water under the bridge now.
I have sent for my dressmaker, the Buttons girl, but she is taking a devilish long time to get here. Really, one would think she would be grateful for my continued patronage and bestir herself. Her incessant chatter and tendency to burst into tears at the drop of a hat do irritate me somewhat, but her stitching is so fine, it makes the ordeal of listening to her worthwhile. I shall give her one more day to arrive before I have to go to Trinsic looking for her, the tiresome girl. |