Why does everything has to take place here? I feel like every week there's an event going on. Enough is enough. I'm sick and tired of putting decorations up for every damn event. I hope this marriage doesn't see the light of day.
Mary seems to be adjusting, but I feel like everyone is tiptoeing around her and not even mentioning the b-a-b-y word.
I was walking around the castle when I heard some giggling. I followed the noise and saw two women. Together! I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I heard someone approaching and saw it was Lady Kenna. After a scolding, Kenna confiscated a book. I wonder what's inside.
I heard about the attack on Protestants. Burned a barn to the ground. Tsk, tsk Mary won't have anything of it and neither will Francis. A boy was killed by the Catholics and it turns out the boy is the nephew of the cousin of the King. It seems like everyone is related to the cousin. Hell, maybe I am too and I don't even know it.
So that book I mentioned earlier Diary is actually a sex book. I thought it could have been mine, but mine is just where I left it and no I'm not going to reveal where that is even to you Diary. Kenna and Lola decide to track down the greatest lover of them all just out of curiosity. I'm must have not been a lover of her or she would have claimed me as that. Hell, if Catherine already knows about the book, then how am I just finding out about this now?
The Protestants sought revenge and now we're almost at the brink of war. But nothing says war like a wedding though. I'm surprised Greer showed up. Feel bad for Leith. I even saw him attend the wedding, but he left before the I dos were exchanged. The Catholics were let go before the ceremony and I have to say that just seems like a bad idea. What was Francis thinking?
P.S. No one is a better lover than I. And why was Lola so fascinated by DB Sr.'s wrist?