Congrats Daddy!

Hey, internet!

Congratulations are in order for my Dad! He finally has been discovered as an artist!

When he came back from work today, he told me that last week a very elegant lady came into his shop to buy stuff. She was amazed by the pictures he used to decorate the store with and invited him to do a little “creative session” with her and some other artists.

Apparently, they are relatively well-known and really like his art. So it will be featured in an exhibition they are planning! Which is awesome for him! I mean, he loves art. You have no ideas how many portraits of me are in this house – because, as he said: “Combining the two things most dear to me is the greatest joy I can imagine.”
The mansion is full of his paintings. So yeah, it’s awesome he can now fill a room in a gallery with them, too.

The exhibition is in another state, sadly. But it’ll be over a weekend too, so I can come and see it.

Wow, I just realised that I’m really going to miss him when he’s away to do that. But I’m still happy for him! It’s a great chance to get known better and to slowly start making a living with what he loves most: his art. Maybe he can quit his regular job one day to only do that.
Yeah, I’m filthy rich, but he refuses to take any money from me if I don’t profit of it, too. :( He says it’s me who inherited the money, not him, and I should use it only for me. He even calls the mansion my house.

In case you wonder what I told him about Runner, officially Runner is a friend of mine who’s got trouble at home so I took him in for the time being. That’s even mostly the truth. I thought about making up a story about Runner being an exchange student and sudden trouble in the host family but… I just can’t outright lie to my Dad. If I can’t say the truth, I rather say nothing. I feel bad enough when I don’t deny something fals.
So yeah. In case another one of you guys has the spontaneous idea to come crashing on my couch and/or through my window, please stick to that story if he asks about Runner! Or you, because if you crash on my couch I will probably have some explaining to do yet again…

That being said, Runner told me a bit about runners in general and said that there are probably quite some of them lurking on my blog. Hey guys! I know you might be tired, hungry and feel horrible. So really, if you ever need a roof above your head and some food in your stomach, you can drop me a message and I will see what I can do. I know you probably all don’t trust me too well, but… well, maybe you’ll learn to. I mean, even Konaa trusted me and he’s fine, right?

I’mma get you back to your feet in no time! :)

But I admit that I am a princess who rules with an iron hand! I forced Runner into – le gasp – being homeschooled at my house! He was not amused when I introduced his teacher to him, but I convinced him that even if he would leave again one day, he should at least use his time best he can. Education is serious business. In turn he tries to teach me a little French. Je suis Fiona, j’ai dix-sept ans et j’habite á m’accueil. Is what I learned up until now.

After all, I need to be able to speak French when I talk to Daddy’s friends at the louvre, right? XD

All right, that’s all for now.

Bye, internet!

Speak of the Devil

Hi, internet!

Turns out we were right about someone having been seen together with Fiancé. It was a boy about my age and he was planning to kidnap me.

I know this because Jonathan s͏t̀͟o̴p̶͟ped him from doing it. :) He’s totally the most awesome bodyguard ever, I swear!

So I’m going to call this guy R̢ų͞nner from now on. You’ll see why.

Fiancé told him where I live and he and Run̷̕ner had put a lot of work into figuring out when I am usually alone and stuff. Now a few days before, some of my Prince’s people spotted him around and I had to shut up for a little while again. :( Anyway, last night, he finally dared doing it and tried to snatch me away while I went to the kitchen to get some popcorn for a movie I was watching.

I don’t even know how Jonathan did that, but he was in there like before Runner could even blink and had him in a tight grip that’s usually used by policemen! He didn’t even get a chance at touching me!

So uh… I know some people might scold me again for this but we didn’t hand Runner over to the police. I just couldn’t do it. He looked so starved and dirty, his clothes must have been months old at the very least. So I kind… gave him stuff to eat and sat him down for a talk.

One can actually do that with a bodyguard like Jonathan around. Did I mention yet that Jonathan is fabulous? Because he totally is!

Runner tried escaping once or twice, but never succeeded, so he decided to instead keep answering me. And he did a good job on clearing up some things for me.
Everyone who is, uh… “in” this probably will roll their eyes at me when I say this now, but Runner belongs to the group of people who call themselves runners. They do so because they are running from my Prince. Runner left his home and traveled through like half the continent because he tried to escape my Love.
Like Konaa and company, he accused me of being a lunatic for being in love with my Prince. But I also gathered that my Prince never did more than randomly appear around him and freak him out.

So yeah, I won’t budge. ;P

Runner stays here for now. He naturally became pretty nervous when my Prince joined the crowd for a few minutes, but of course He didn’t harm him in any way and even left the room when I politely asked Him to. Runner made me promise that I will ke͝e̵̴p̡̧̧ ̶̢͟hi̶̡m҉̷̨ s̡af̢̢̡e̵, but honestly – as if there ever were anything to wo̶̢͡r̴̀r͢ỳ͢ about.

For now, he’s wearing some old clothes of Daddy, but I guess I’ll drag him into a mall tomorrow to get some new stuff for him. And boy, that guy can eat it’s unbelievable! Almost as unsatiable as Konaa! XD Then again, he doesn’t seem to have had a warm home and good food for weeks… Ngh, now I feel a little bit bad about that joke…

I’m sorry for being so quiet, but you see, I’m still here and I’ll keep blogging, promise!

Ungh, headache now. Bye, internet!

Phew…

Hey, internet.

Wow, I thought that I’ve been stressed out before, but wow, today was exhausting.

You know, this club I’ve been to with Story? Well, I still had a flyer lying around from back then, and Konaa picked it up and was all over it. He insisted on me showing him the club.

It’s called “The Ark” by the way. When I tried to get some help from Google at recalling where the place was, I couldn’t find it there, so no reason to nickname it.
Anyway, we went there together and we had barely arrived when someone called out Konaa’s webhandle. I mean wow, is he a celebrity or something?

Then over came this big, black, scary hunk of a man with a grin that made me dive behind Konaa like a frightened bunny. He had this butchered, slangish way of talking, and immediately started to diss Konaa, who seemed to know him already. He was not very amused and just told him to piss off (that guy was twice the size of Konaa! I have no idea where he takes all that courage from, but I want some of it! D:). I’ll just start to call muscle-mountain by his webhandle here, because Konaa later told me what it was: Riddles. Yes, one of my other regular commenters.

John, Tengwar – if you both plan on visiting anytime soon, too, would you please send me a little note beforehand? Thank you.

Anyway, Riddles didn’t like how Konaa talked back to him at all. At first he got all passive aggressive, saying stuff like: “Oh come on, don’t you remember your oldest bro? How we did this and that together?” (Some really stupid stuff about pantsing George Washington – don’t ask, I don’t even know) and when Konaa still just stayed in place and stood before me all protective, Riddles started to outright threaten him, saying that he would “pound the hell” out of him and that Konaa would be “going to take it, with a smile on his face”. When Konaa shot me a concerned glance Riddles just added that he didn’t care if he frightened “the little Princess” and stepped forward, probably to make his threats true.

And that is where my other hero stepped in again. <3 I don’t know where from and how, but He was suddenly there, between us and Riddles, and just faced him silently. Riddles collapsed, whimpering incoherent stuff, and Konaa just took my hand and pulled me out of there.
I’m so lucky to be surrounded by such great men. :)

On our way back home I learned that this wasn’t the first time Konaa and Riddles met. Obviously, Riddles is the servant out of control who Mister C. mentioned – yes, the one who murdered Brute – and attacked Konaa before. Unfortunately for Riddles, Konaa won.<3 Which explains why Riddles was limping…
It’s pretty obvious that my Prince now tries to get him under control again, but I guess it isn’t very easy.

And our story still doesn’t end here, because when we came home to me, wrapped up in an argument about if Konaa was supposed to leave or not (I’d rather kept him here, he still didn’t seem to be very well…), out of nowhere Mister C.s voice intervenes: “He is perfectly all right, Fiona. And if he wishes to go home, who are we to hold him back?” (He sat in our living room awaiting us! Gosh, that man scared the hell out of me!)
Ngh… so yeah. I wasn’t fully convinced right away, but he had some very good points, so I bought a ticket back for Konaa and let him go. :( Konaa, you better keep your promise to message me if you arrived in one piece tonight, or I’m going to buy all TV stations in your area and let them send nothing but Disney movies and My Little Pony all day!

I think there was something else I wanted to talk about to Mister C., but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was right now…

I also still can’t get to Fiance. Well, maybe I’ll have a chance at the funeral.

So yeah… eventful day -> tired Fi. So I’m going to pass out on my bed now. And by “now” I mean “as soon as Konaa confirmed his well-being”.

Bye, internet.

PS: I’d actually not mind a visit from you at all, John and Tengwar. You seem nice. XD

Thank you, Konaa

Hey, internet!

Okay, now that things calmed down a bit and we  had a night’s sleep, I’ll try to tell you about what happened yesterday. I’m still a bit stunned at everything…

So I went to a street light where Fiance wanted to meet me. Since I knew him and he never appeared violent or dangerous to me, and since I knew he’d be there any second, I felt pretty safe and didn’t mind that it was dark outside already.

Anyway, as soon as I stood there, I heard someone coming. At first I thought it was Fiance, but when I turned around, it was a girl with a mask. Gosh she looked so eerie I can’t even begin to describe it. Her hair was all grey, and not dyed-grey, but just… grey. And she didn’t look much older than me!

I might be stupid enough to meet someone I know outside after dusk, but I’m not stupid enough to think that people randomly walk around masked. So I called out for Fiance and inched away from her. The good news was that I bumped right into him. The bad news was that he produced a knife and didn’t look as if he would turn it against the stranger rather than me.
Ungh, my hands still tremble when I think back to that moment…

I couldn’t even do anything, I just felt scared and weak and small… all I did was retreat from them, and then I must have stumbled or something, because next thing I know I sat on the ground and both came closer to me. I think there was a short conversation, but I was too frightened to remember what exactly we said. I just still have this pisture in my mind of Henry yelling at me nad looking totally creepy in the light.

Gosh I still panic in retrospect.

But just when I thought he’d kill me any moment, the light behind me flickered. And then I could watch a shadow grow out fo my own and when I looked up He was there. He just stood there, quiet and majestic and I knew I didn’t have anything to fear anymore.
I think Fiance thought he could still make it if he just acted quickly enough, so he lunged at me. But my Prince opened His arms and right from Him a figure emerged and jumped right into Fiance. It was – just wow.

Of course, you might have guessed it, that figure turned out to be Konaa. :) He yelled: “Listen, you jerks! I don’t care what He does with her – she is innocent! I won’t let you attack an innocent girl!” and proceeded to knock the weapon out of the hands of the girl (I now know that she calls herself Rise, so let’s use that name). Henry tried to attack me again, but Konaa just threw something at him and hit his wrist so he had to let go of the knife! I still feel a bit shakey when I think back to everything, but I can’t help but feel as if I had met an action hero in real life! I don’t know what happened to Rise, she just suddenly kind of wasn’t there anymore, but hell, Konaa sure showed Fiance how a good punch feels! Okay, Fiance isn’t super-strong I guess, but he was angry and determined and had a knife and Konaa just knocked him over and wrestled with him on the ground until Fiance gave up and ran away!

Sorry, Konaa, I hope it’s okay if I am a bit of a fangirl forever to you now! But you were my hero last night. Thank you for saving my life.
Well, you and my Love of course. <3

Konaa didn’t seem to feel well afterwards though. He told me that he used a way to come to me which is usually only for servants of my Prince, the “Path of Black Leaves”. Which would explain some, surprise, black leaves I found in his clothes which feel pretty exactly like my roses. According to Konaa, staying on there to long can make people sick or even kill them.
He actually risked his life to save me.
Although I have a feeling that my Prince helped him out a little. :)

Anyway, he stayed over night since I was alone anyway (and I felt safer with him around after that stuff ;( ) and today I baked him all the waffles he deserved! Which were a lot. But the black hole in his belly (it just has to exist, no human metabolism can cope with so many waffles and syrup!) took care of them.
He actually wanted to leave again today, but like hell I’m going to let him go all sicklish and during thunderstorms! Dad stays away for a day more anyway, so I can play host a little longer too. And frankly, I wouldn’t even mind paying him a hotel room if he needs it. I’d love to give him more, but he refuses to take any kind of reward.

So I stocked up on roastbeef instead. Whatever I can do for him.

Oh, right, I almost forgot to solve the mystery around this Rise person. Obviously she is a stalker of Konaa (or something?) and he said she both tries to support him and “take distractions away”. Unfortunately, he suspects her to see me as a distraction for him, since he wants to help me more than he wants to stay safe himself. Evidently. *fangirl*
She also is a former servant of my Prince. But I really didn’t understand all the connections…

She probably contacted Fiance and set him at me, that much I figure. I’d like to know what she told him though. I tried to contact him several times today, but of course he doesn’t return my calls. I just hope we can work this all out without any more violence or the police…

Okay, long blogpost is long. I have to be a good host now and feed my heroic guest, I guess.

Bye, internet.

I don’t even know

Hey, internet,

Reporting back in. Date aborted and I have a surprise guest. You wanna know the real surprise? It’s not Fiance. The guy who’s trying to stuff all edible contents of my kitchen between two slices of bread and call it a sandwich is Konaa, you know, my commenter Konaa.

He deserves the food though. He really does and I guess I’ll fix him a really awesome breakfast as well for what he did for me. But for now I don’t want into detail, the rough outline is this: It was a trap. And Konaa saved me.

I’m not even sure if I know all the details myself yet, but I’ll ask him about everything and tell you about it tomorrow when I’m not so shaky and scared anymore.

Goodnight, internet.

One more Time

Hey, internet!

Tomorrow will be my last exam! Finally! Catching up on more than a month worth of lessons and writing exams on them is such a pain in the neck… I’m glad that I’ll have some more time off now, even though the funeral is drawing near, so I still might be busy with that.

I was about to say that I’ll probably work during the rest of summer. But… I don’t need to. I’m a bit indecisive about that now…

Anyway, in my reply to Konaas last comment, I announced that I had something to tell you guys.<3

The past week, I started to… feel as if something had changed whenever I woke up. It felt as if someone had moved around something in my room just enough for me to not be able to point out what it was, but to notice it nontheless. Well, of course my Prince immediately was the main suspect, since He tends to always be there when I wake up, slowly retreating His limbs from me just when I open my eyes. I think it might even be His touch that wakes me up every morning, but I’m always just too late to consciously feel it or anything… I don’t even know.

Anyway, the past few days I noticed that it’s not my room that’s changing a bit, but it’s actually me! Like, one day I’d look into the mirror and notice that an annoying zit has finally disappeared, the next day my whole complexion looked a little bit better than usual and the day after, my hair had a really silky shine to it… Until, I think it was Wednesday or Thursday, I woke up while He still touched me. It felt strange because He did something with my body… I don’t know how to describe it. It felt a bit as if He, uhm… kind of folded me. Like, as if parts of me would n͟òt̨̀ be in the ri̴g̸ht place and he just put them back where they belonged. That sounds strange because it implies p̷ai̢n̶, but it actually didn’t hurt at all. It was just… minor relocations. I barely felt anything because I was so numbingly sleepy all the while. But when I finally got up and went to the mirror, my face looked a tiny little bit more symmetrical.

At first, I had to get over a bit of an eerie feeling of course. I mean, my boyfriend is tweaking my body in shape. But then I realized that between all the magazines I recently bought with beauty tips in them (because I wanted to be pretty for Him, gah!) He might have come to the conclusion that I wanted to look better. So He fulfilled that wish for me, just like so many other ones.

I’m also going to visit the house Riddles talked about with Him. Yeah, with Him, not Mister C. At first Mister C. suggested to take me, but He immediately made a gesture that suggested He didn’t want Him to do it and held out His hand to me. So we figured that He wants to take me Himself. Mister C. already prepared everything for Dad to be away Tuesday night and I’m really excited for our second date!<3

Okay, I really should go to sleep now to get a good amount of sleep before the final exam.

Goodnight, internet!