Christmastide comes. All speak of it, surely all celebrate. Holy Rome keeps it's tradition herein. This city may not be all lost. I must seek out a priest to absolve me before the holiest night. I seek not the ear nor attention of Saint Nicholas especially. Juliet should tell her wishes. Mayhaps an elf will listen to carry the message to his master ( Read more... )

I will be brief. Juliet's skin is marked with dark, rosy specks that make her most uncomfortable. Her head burns hotly. I bring to her water to sooth the throat and have tried small aids to cease but a few of the unfortunate symptoms. Is there no cure to this? Her nurse dear is afar in our house nestled in Verona's bosom. Hours pass and still she ( Read more... )

My mood despite the attentive care of Juliet and the doctor Martha hast sunk with the heavy weight of a new woe unto the City. Caspian, a youth much like a diamond in the rough whom is as dear to me as blood, has been spirited away from this place. Would that I should be glad that my cousin remains. Poor indeed be the day when I am alone, or Juliet ( Read more... )

The sport of men taking up arms to compete in most worthy combat does appease me so. And so many combatants housed within these numerous walls! Is the true name of this City Sparta? I do mock, such noble, ancient Sparta never had such enchantment in song. However, it was not known to me so many fighters stay near.

Protection is needed at all time! ( Read more... )