[Hand written journal] Floreat Etona
I have disgraced a nation. Fine work at my age and with so little time invested, I'd say.
Regardless, it has lost me Eton and, with it, my reign as oppidan king. I'm really very hurt, to tell you the truth. I'll mourn the loss of every last brainless ogre roaming those hallowed halls. Mourn that I shall not be there to cut them off at the knees and watch them cower before me. Nothing would improve Eton so much as a guillotine.
Love is clearly so terrible a thing that a man must be punished for a misplaced step in her domain. They --in which I refer to that grand "they" that encompasses all who who would work against my endeavors-- are doing all in their power to keep Ananova and I apart. Pity it's all for naught. They can send her home to her island, but I will find her. His Lordship, in all his cunning and cleverness, has deemed my most fitting punishment to be a few years spent at sea serving upon one of his trading ships. This is punishment? The man is a fool, but if it humours him, I shall mewl and moan and gnash my teeth until those sails have disappeared on the horizon taking me to my destiny. This ship, however fit a vessel she proves to be, shall be the instrument that reunites me with the Sultana. One day, I may even see fit to inform her crew of our course.
I have a few tasks left to be completed before I say my final farewell to Eton's halls. I can't imagine it shall take long, but I will be left far more satisfied taking my legacy with me and knowing I abandoned no appointments.
Arthur Darling, we have business to finish. Cry 'havoc' and let slip the dogs of war.
The End.
Regardless, it has lost me Eton and, with it, my reign as oppidan king. I'm really very hurt, to tell you the truth. I'll mourn the loss of every last brainless ogre roaming those hallowed halls. Mourn that I shall not be there to cut them off at the knees and watch them cower before me. Nothing would improve Eton so much as a guillotine.
Love is clearly so terrible a thing that a man must be punished for a misplaced step in her domain. They --in which I refer to that grand "they" that encompasses all who who would work against my endeavors-- are doing all in their power to keep Ananova and I apart. Pity it's all for naught. They can send her home to her island, but I will find her. His Lordship, in all his cunning and cleverness, has deemed my most fitting punishment to be a few years spent at sea serving upon one of his trading ships. This is punishment? The man is a fool, but if it humours him, I shall mewl and moan and gnash my teeth until those sails have disappeared on the horizon taking me to my destiny. This ship, however fit a vessel she proves to be, shall be the instrument that reunites me with the Sultana. One day, I may even see fit to inform her crew of our course.
I have a few tasks left to be completed before I say my final farewell to Eton's halls. I can't imagine it shall take long, but I will be left far more satisfied taking my legacy with me and knowing I abandoned no appointments.
Arthur Darling, we have business to finish. Cry 'havoc' and let slip the dogs of war.
The End.