Borgia, the Brat, and Revenge.
Well, thanks the the Brat and his determination not to leave my flat alone, I've decided to get a guard animal. Borgia is a black fox, because even I will stoop to dramatic irony if the occasion calls for it.
It looks at this point like I'm not going to get my journal back, so more likely than not the Brat is geting to read all the juicy details of his sister's relationship with me. Thank goodness I'm not given writing to pornographic details unless necessary. Oh well. Perhaps some well-placed "hints" will convince Marguerite to assist me in the recovery of said journal. I should hate to think anything might happen to dear little Jack...
I swear, I should have guillotined them all when I had the chance. History or not, that whole family seems to have nothing to do but ruin what's left of my life.
It looks at this point like I'm not going to get my journal back, so more likely than not the Brat is geting to read all the juicy details of his sister's relationship with me. Thank goodness I'm not given writing to pornographic details unless necessary. Oh well. Perhaps some well-placed "hints" will convince Marguerite to assist me in the recovery of said journal. I should hate to think anything might happen to dear little Jack...
I swear, I should have guillotined them all when I had the chance. History or not, that whole family seems to have nothing to do but ruin what's left of my life.