Dear Dickon,
That was close. The King questioned me after the ball, but I couldn't tell him. I just couldn't. I do hope Christopher enjoyed everything. I feel awful leaving like that, but he must not know.
I am far too exhausted to write much more, so I think I'll sleep.
Yours who is about to catch Z's,
Armelle
P.S. I've just punctured my cheek with my oversized fingernails. They're bound to chip any moment.
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FantasyHello! I'm Armelle. Armelle Sauvageon. Unless you haven't heard, you are a gift to me from Mother and Father. You are my new and only friend. Let's see... what should I talk about, Diary? ********** She wasn't always like this. In fact, this was her...
