5/12/1802
Charlotte is writing letters to a young man... I wonder what this could mean? Has her lonely soul finally found someone? Ha-ha.
This injury isn't infected (for now), which is good. I'm trying to stop taking painkillers so I can actually supervise the construction. I also told Charlotte to stop taking days off to watch over me... I'm not a child, I can protect myself, even on enough laudanum to make me dizzy...
5/13/1802
Construction is about a quarter finished. I'm fairly impressed; it'd take workers in Numia twice as long to get this far.
Apparently some of the school children tried to start a rebellion today. They wanted to play outside for a little bit longer... A horde of angry eight year old children doesn't seem like a pleasant class to teach.
5/14/1802
That young man Charlotte was writing letters to came for a visit today. All I could do was glare at him, though I don't imagine that someone like me is intimidating at all.
If he hurts Charlotte in any way, I'll kill him. I'll find a way.
I don't know why I'm worrying about this when they seemed very happy. I just don't want my best friend of 5 years to be hurt by some man. I don't even know his name and I'm wary of him.
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Journal Entries of Nathaniel Ottin
Художественная прозаShort, simple writings from the journal of Nathaniel Ottin, an architect from the small town of Galsran.
