𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝘬. 𝘻𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘺𝘤𝘬

𝟏𝟕. 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏

Y/N POV

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐏𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. I let out a choked sob when I remember my mother's diary. I . . . I can barely even remember her face, but I vividly remember the day of her funeral. She'd been buried under an oak tree on a hill where her whole family had been buried. And in her will, she had given me her diary. But I had been too scared to read it. I didn't want to cry, to seem small and frail in other's eyes. So I had put it away in a place that I had thought no one would look for it. Inside her closed casket.

I had placed the thick, old, leather diary inside. Thick . . . it had been so full with paper. But now? More than half of it is gone. The only question - where did it go?

I rub my eyes, and hop out of the bed, when I feel someone hit my back. I wince, clutching it and rubbing the spot. "Hey!"

Shalnark looks at me, angrily. "Stop thinking about it, Y/N. You're not allowed to think about it till tomorrow, remember? You can worry tomorrow, but today, go have fun. Do you hear me?"

"Yes," I reply meekly. "I'll go now."

"Good."

I go over to the kitchen, quickly whipping up breakfast. Gulping it down, I pull out my phone and start scrolling through things, when someone messages me. 

m'lord

hey m'lady

hey astyrian

shalnark told me that
ur phone died but now

it's charged & u'll meetup w/ me in an hr. is that
ok w/ u?

I whip around and see Shalnark. He smiles sweetly at me, and I can't help but smile back, but roll my eyes before. 

yep :)

mmhkay well 
colette + agnes
r going to tag 
along 

sorry

dont say srry >:(

i luv ur sisters

stop sounding
so excited now
they're excited :((

WELL THEN