August 3, 1245
Today out on the terrace, the Princess Harriet and I were sharing a romantic evening together. After we had supped, we said farewell, and she walked back to her parents’ land. Ah, that we could be together forever, but her parents will not admit it and mine cannot argue, being mere peasants. Tomorrow, perhaps, we may steal a few more moments together. Now I must go, for my hourglass has run out of sand.
Sir Melchisedek R. Gnawington