SirNicholas14
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Baron's Log: Fourteenth of Stormwind, 2260
Many a time have I been apprised of the therapeutic properties experienced from penning one's thoughts upon parchment. I have decided that perchance I can find such solace as found before by my colleagues.
On the previous Blessday, the first citizen's meeting of Abermore was conducted with great excitement and anticipation. Twas the first that all the nobility of the land had gathered in one location to discuss our growing realm. I had extrapolated a formal meeting made rigid with lofty walls of elaborately carved stone and overpriced seats. I was pleasantly surprised that our meeting place was bereft of stone walls, expensive chairs, and a ceiling for that matter. We embarked to the center island of the capitol Strathwell to which we were gifted with the sight of a garden party setting by torch light.
Our King sadly was unable to attend; in his stead came his lovely daughter, Princess Dealla. She explained to us all the cause for the King's absence. Her father had not been out of his chambers since the farewell of our blessed Northern Kingdoms. A lump- this resonating entity of sorrow formed in my breast. She is but a girl, only thirteen summers old and now being groomed to take hold the reins of the wealthiest kingdom on this continent. She even brought up the topic of marriage and asked us all for eligible candidates befitting her status. In that moment, I made a promise to the Princess; I proclaimed a solution through personal conversation I would partake with the King. Reflecting on that plea, my decision was more of an emotional outburst rather than a work of logic. I did not at the time extrapolate the gravity of the task I have bestowed upon myself. I however hold no regret for this choice, even if my emotions seem to have clouded my better judgement. Mayhaps I should detach myself more often to avoid such precarious situations or mayhaps I should detach logic from myself and let whatever haphazard machinations of fate come my way. I tread across a fine line of order and chaos, wavering from one side to the next in an elegantly choreographed roadway to nothing. It is a tedious dance, but it is one of necessity for the sake of people- some of whom I do not know and most likely will never know. Privy to me is a unique privilege: some great will in the heavens apparently deemed me worthy of noble birth and that I was destined to meddle in the affairs of those not deemed worthy. This is nary a position to take lightly; I have the unique opportunity to make merry or miserable the lives of others. I know not the intentions of those kindred with whom I share this burden, but for me, the choice is clear.
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