Private Journal
I have found some paper in the room that was given to me and decided it was a perfect opportunity to express my thoughts. They have taken a quite a turn for the convoluted as of late. How long has it been since I have attempted to journal my recollections? I believe it was even before my intense training from father...There is nothing else to do here, and perhaps it will help me make sense of all that has happened.
I do not understand this place. I know now that I was pulled out of my home and into a place of such unbridled cruelty. My clothing has been ruined by my own blood spilled from an insensible attack. I am still shaken by it and do not know what to do. No matter how unfounded the accusations from those familiar with Falena at least they used some manner of words to explain their false need to threaten me. But that man...if he can be called such... did nothing of the sort. He appeared out of the blue, insulted me and threw his daggers. I have given it much thought and I can still not understand why such a thing would happen to me. I said nothing to offend him, as I did not even know of his existence until he made himself known in such a vile manner.
AGH! If only he had said more to explain why he would do something so unprovoked! I cannot begin to fathom his reasoning and can therefore do nothing else but prepare for as though any may do so again. The more time I spend away from Rainwall, the more my father's lessons become more clear. One cannot trust others to be sensible and never expect any to act as cultured as those you already know. How I wish father were here now, he would know how to handle such an abominable situation. I haven't an idea of what to do.
I do not know how to handle the people I have been forced into close quarters with. Those who do not know me seem to be companionate, though there is continual discourse on my speech. I do not understand it! There have been a great many insults, could something so simple be what set that scallywag off? What a preposterous imposition! Do they expect me to remain silent? Or to change my pattern of speech to match theirs? Are these people truly so uncultured that proper speech angers them? Oh father what should I do? Why aren't you here to tell me.
I am so alone in this wretched place. How I wish I had even the silent company of Christopher or Sir Jack, at least they would keep me from my loneliness while locked in my room until I can be assured I will not be attacked immediately upon exiting. Such a cruel thing has never happened before...how am I supposed to make sense of such an act? I write on these pages as though I expect and answer from them. Oh woe! Anyone who could provide such advice is so far away.
How I wish for Father or Luserina to be here.