Splendor And Grace - Diary

[Ellimairy]

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Gravel crunched under the heels of those walking in the garden, the sounds absorbed by the hedges and trees, the singing of birds and the soft enchanting chatter the royal gardens had to offer. The trees offering some shade as the sun stood high in the sky, although most ladies already found protection from the sun from umbrellas or hats, one more elegant than the other.

It had been a while since I found such inner peace, to enjoy myself with such small, unimportant things the surroundings had to offer. The way the princely rose garden smelled during the day, almost if servants had sprayed a perfume in the air, stronger than any flower could produce. The statues, white marble stood proud and gracefully up their sockets, from sovereigns to diplomats, the statues were many and well kept.

The sounds of fountains pushed out any thought one could have once I found my way to the ballroom of the garden. Gardeners maintained the lavish flowers which grew in this part of the garden with utmost care. I was surprised to see that the bird of paradise still grew in this part of the garden, seeing it had been removed from all others. But where to flourish better than at the pièce de résistance of the garden.

Although these gardens brought me peace, I could still feel the burden which was placed upon my shoulders, yet the garden did offer some relief. Taking a left turn towards one of the deeper corners of the garden, the statues looked a tad out of style with the lavish gardens. Generals stood cramped in this corner of the garden, some with and some without names although all could use some love and attention. It would be clear to everybody that these ´brutish´ men, couldn´t stand next to the ´exquisite´ females. Yet walking through this part of the garden almost made me feel, at home. Familiar names and faces which had been forgotten at this court, still held great value in Regalia.

Nevertheless we are a part of the empire, but our culture always remained the same, our believes remained the same, our ideas, our families, our values, remained the same. Yet in the capital, where everything changed so often, would it be possible for one to be the same person they always had been. Was there place for, an Ithanian who would be torn between loyalty to her country and the ever changing gears of government.

Whilst my mind carried me away, I stumbled across a statue, badly damaged and unmaintained, which was clearly done on purpose. Although hated by so many, I couldn´t help but smile to the statue which once described me as a ´tolerable Ithanian´, Ulric which made me realise I had been thrown of the Ithanian course. For everyone would hate him, yet I found a liking to him. Did I change?

Sophia
15thJune.

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[AntonVoron]

"Oh my." Francois d'Goss mustered with an air of pomp and pleasure, as he admired the public diary between dabs of face powder. "I oft felt a similar tinge of.. Estrangement, when I visited the Realmlands."

The Chevalier pondered, as the three serving boys beside him nodded in unison, much to his approval. "This fair countrywoman is much alike our good Duke d'Gosselin in her reasoning, and, his fair people such as ourselves. yes?" Francois mustered with sense of rhetoricalness.

At that, the knight continued powdering, upon finishing, placing a brilliant blonde wig upon his shaved brown hair, curling and waving down to his midback. "Excellent." He would praise "likely just as glorious as one of those Ithanian Generals she described."