Hi there!

Hey internet!

I’m so, so sorry that I didn’t update for so long… Honestly I mostly just didn’t know what exactly to tell you.

See, the night of the party started out very nice, but ended pretty meh. Apart from the fact that way more people came to the party than I had invited, and the fact that the people who came seemed to be determined to wreck the mansion entirely, I first had a really fun time with my friends and, well, “Runner”. He and I spent some time alone together too, talking about everything and nothing, and that was really nice. Then he told me he wanted to show me something and that he’d quickly get it from his room – and off he went. I waited for a while, distracted myself for another while (thinking he might have just forgotten about me or run into someone on his way back) and when the guests all started to leave I realized that he wouldn’t come back.

We searched the whole mansion for him. But he wasn’t there anymore. His room was basically empty, save for the furniture – his clothes and possesions all gone.
I was sad, but everything pointed to him having left by himself, so I was like, okay, if that’s what he wants I’m going to let him. I tried convincing him of what I thought was right, but I can’t force my opinion on anyone, right?

Still… well, I was disappointed because he feels like a friend to me, and I had hoped that he’d at least say goodbye to me. But I had enough to occupy my mind with, what with the chaos that I called home and Jeremy arriving and everything.

Jeremy took my mind a bit off things again. :) He knows so much amazing stuff, like really fun cartoons and movies. It’s great to spend time with him!

Anyway, a few days ago, guess who showed up at our doorstep again. :) He gave me the biggest, warmest hug and told me that he had decided to stay, in a way. Apparently he reconciled with my Prince and now he’s going to help Him out, like Iscariot and Ridley do.  But you really don’t have to worry, because “Runner” is really harmless and nice. Just be nice to him from me, okay? :)

He also told me that he’d take on a nickname, like most people seem to do when they join forces with my Prince. He decided to call himself “Pion” (which is pronounced somewhat like “Pyong”), so maybe don’t call him “Runner” when you meet him.

I’m so stoked that he’s back, even though he’ll leave again tomorrow – but not for good. He told me that he doesn’t want to live out of my pocket anymore, but he’ll visit me as often as possible.
I also want him to call me, so I bought him a new cell phone too.  I hope he’ll use it.

So yeah. I’m really sorry that I was so preoccupied by these things that I totally forgot to update, I’ll try to behave better in the future!

Well, bed time now.

Bye, internet!

Bluh

Hey, internet!

Just a quick update because I don’t know if I’ll have time for one tomorrow. We have the party tomorrow and boy, am I tired from organizing everything… Like we shoved the furniture out of the center of the rooms so there will be enough space to dance, we installed enough audio equipment to have great sound in every room, I got a DJ and really awesome catering for it and the swimming pool had to be cleaned.
I’m not actually awaiting too many guests, but I’ll keep the sleeping rooms locked (no need for anyone to snoop around in my room…) and I don’t know yet which rooms they’ll prefer, so yeah… I want everything to be perfect. After all, everyone with any kind of status is going to come.

Except from Berry. Odds are that she won’t show up at all. I’m a bit worried about her, since I haven’t seen her at all ever since our argument. Not even at school. There’s the rumor that she skips lessons, but I don’t know for sure. Maybe she called in sick.

All I know is that she’s texted me some, uh… unpleasant stuff. Jonathan kinda confiscated the cell phone already so I won’t get worked up about it any more I guess. He’s really sweet to me – I’m glad that he’s around, or I would probably not feel safe at all.

Okay, I need to go to bed now. I need to sleep enough for the school day and the party night tomorrow.

Goodnight, internet!

I’m sorry B!

Hey, internet!

Sorry I didn’t update this blog a while again. I finally could meet up with my friends again and we had so much fun planning my party!

That is until yesterday. :(

Basically what happened was that Berry burst into the room where the rest of us already were sitting together and started yelling at me and insulting me. At first I didn’t even know why, until she suddenly mentioned my blog. I have no idea how she found it, but she apparently did.

I, well, “hid” it from the others. You know, with that trick Iscariot showed me. But I must have done it on a day when she wasn’t with us and then forgot about it… so even when she took out her smartphone and tried to show it to them, they just laughed at her for that. Which made her even more angry.

Apparently she has read more about my Prince after discovering the blog and she’s basically not very happy about what she read. I think she thinks that I lied about Brute and that I am in one way or another responsible for his death, especially since Iscariot of all people is now kinda part of my family. But B, I promise, I didn’t lie! I didn’t do anything to harm him. :(

I don’t really know what to do. I can’t tell the others of the blog, if they don’t laugh at me for being starstruck around Story, they’ll do so because I have a supernatural being for a boyfriend. Or they’ll start judging Him. Really, B, it’s not even His fault… I don’t know what to say. :(

Even worse: I overheard my Dad and Officer talk today. Officer now knows that Iscariot enters and leaves this house as he pleases. I bet Berry told him.

I miss you already, B. I know I got mad when you came in yesterday, but I regretted it already when you turned around to go. Of all the girls, you’re the one I always related to the most and see, I really appreciate all you’ve done for me. I know that without you, I wouldn’t even have my friends and I wouldn’t be where I am now. You know I always followed your advice.

I bet we can think of something to tell them so they’ll stop mocking you. I really never wanted to “shove” you “from the throne” or anything. I don’t know what more to say, apart from sorry.

Getting it off my Chest

Hey, internet!

So, I originally wanted to leave it at that comment I made, but I just couldn’t. I’ve had this on my mind ever since. So a bit of angry rambling now – I’m sorry!

EDIT: I just realized that I didn’t even address anyone but Jeremy in this for the most part… please forgive me, internet!

So the other day, this one blog showed up in the blogroll of my Dashboard: Shut up Jeremy. I had some time and was in the mood to read a little and what did I find? A photo of my Prince!

Apparently Jeremy, the author of that blog, has recently met Him! You can probably imagine how excited I was to see that. So I commented on it, read some more, commented some more and tried to calm Jeremy down a bit, because he seemed to be rather uncomfortable with my Prince around. Which I can understand, if you can remember my earlier blogposts – I have been too. He is unsettling to be around sometimes even now, because He’s just so unlike a human. I’m sure often when He looks at me, He actually smiles. It’s just hard to smile without a face…

Anyway, this was Jeremy’s response to that:

To the girl who’s been commenting on all my posts, Fiona…I read through your blog first. You are…insane. I’m not going to say I have a lot of experience with this shit but that thing is not your boyfriend. It kills children, or forced Reiner to kill them…you seem nice, okay, but you are really fucked up, and your posts…your most recent posts show you’re in a lot of trouble whether you realize it or not. Don’t tell me you’re his girlfriend. You’re fucked in the head if you think that.  You really are.

No, I didn’t leave out or change a single word in this. I mean wow, Jeremy! I really only meant to calm you down and cheer you up a little, no need to talk to me so harshly. :( And honestly, I’ve spent three months with Him now, a bit more if you count the time we dated in our dreams. He leaves the room if I politely ask Him to, He still places a black rose on my windowsill every night (I planted them in the rose garden we built behind the mansion – it’s beautiful, as soon as they touch the ground, they dig their roots into it!) and it’s not as if He just jumped out of a bush to stalk me. He actually politely invited me to a date first. Or what would you call it when a man goes out with you to dance with you in a rose garden He created Himself for that very moment? He never hurt anyone around me, He never forced me to do anything, but instead He showers me with everything I can wish for. And I love Him. I love Him so much you have no idea! It actually physically hurts that I can’t just cuddle with Him, that I can’t hug Him when He stands across the room, that I can not even kiss Him without passing out before my lips reach His skin. I miss Him when He’s not here and I talk to Him about pretty much everything. And He listens to me.

He’s being a perfect gentleman about everything so far and it makes me mad that I keep getting shit for loving Him because the internet and those insane people say He’s evil. I’ve read about your Reiner, who keeps blaming my Prince for the child murders in your town. For some reason you believe him that he knows the crime scene, was there when it happened (as he stated in one of the letters), knew the children, looked uncannily much like the culprit but is not to blame for anything? He even said “The man is for those who hurt children” or something like that in one letter. I don’t know about you, but to me, that sounds pretty much as if my Prince was not very happy about this guy being nasty to children, and less as if He was nasty to them Himself!

So yeah, before you start giving me shit for being in a relationship with someone I know for three months and then some and went on dates with, because a mentally unstable stalker told you so – stop and think again.

Dammit.

I’m sorry, internet. But I needed to get that… well, off my chest.

…now I’m all uncreative all of a sudden. Oh well.

Nini, internet!

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!

Where is my Mind

Hi internet!

Wow, I’m forgetful today! Like, reeeaaaally forgetful. It’s hard to focus on anything for some reason.

Like, I started this blogpost several times today. But I just keep forgetting about it. So not fabulous.

And the dashboard. Wah. Sorry if I didn’t answer to any comments, I feel as if I keep forgetting some, but I’m simply easily distracted by the shiny today.

Runner really opened up to me! I now know that his family is from France and he’s still somewhat new to this place. Definitely explains his broken English. But now I know that French have the cutest accent.

There was something else about his family, but ungh, I already forgot about it. I really need to write down such things quicklier.

Wow, I like needed to reread what I’ve written like three times while writing this. I guess today is no good blogpost day. Sorry internet! I still love you though! Goodnight!

Be my Guest

Hi, internet!

Yay, Disney reference! :)

Nothing much is happening here yet. Dad is packed with work again – apparently his suppliers are making problems and now he’s spending the weekend with trying to get the mess they made back in order. I miss him already, but at least I don’t have to try and make up a bad lie about why Runner is here.

Speaking of which, Runner is doing fine too. He actually finally stopped being as jumpy as a rabbit all the time and is starting to feel at home here. Of course I can’t keep him here forever, but he’s opening up to me a bit, so I’m optimistic about being able to find a solution for the future for him. Maybe he can go back to his family or something. He avoids questions about his friends and family a bit, so I don’t know yet – but I’ll find out!

In other news, my friends and I are planning a big party to inaugurate the mansion! I mean yeah, we’re living in it for a while already now, but we never celebrated that yet. So yeah. PARTYTIME SOON!

Okay, I need some sleep now. Preparations and being the perfect host (TM) are draining tasks. I’ll report back soon though!

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!

I owe you an Explanation

Hey, internet!

Don’t worry, you will get said explanation. Right now.

First off: I am sorry again for not updating for so long. A lot of things have changed, but that’s not the main reason for my silence. The main reason was Fiancé.

Yeah well, soon after his first attempt at harming me we found out it would not be his last one. So Iscariot (that’s what my Prince is calling Mr. C. and it sounds much nicer, don’t you think so too?) advised me to not update the blog anymore for a while. It turned out to become a pretty long while, since Fiancé… I guess that Rise girl has taught him one thing or two about playing hard to get, both to the police and my Loves agents.

It was an especially risky thing because Dad and I moved in the meantime. Yeah, you’re guessing right – we now have that great, huuuge mansion all to ourselves! We also upgraded Dad’s shop a bit, bought a little apartment on top of it so he can stay there if work piles up too much to come home in time. And of course, I fed my wardrobe, too! Heh, all the fabulous outfits in there now!<3

So you might want to know what happened with Fiancé. Well at the funeral he tried to get me and the police got him instead. He’s now investigated as a suspect in Brute’s case… I just kind of try to stay out of this.

Still, Iscariot suggested that I shouldn’t stay unprotected for much longer. He told me that a lot of people dislike my Prince – so called “runners”. And that they might attack me to get to him. So yeah, I’m getting a bodyguard. It took some time to find a good one, but obviously my Prince has chosen someone He thought would do the job best and so I am finally free from this big game of hide and seek. Also, I’d like to introduce Jonathan to you – I thought about giving him a nickname, but that would be stupid. He’s a bodyguard, he sure is used to take care about himself. And he’s awesome! I gave him access to my blog so he can introduce himself and maybe update you when I can’t. So please welcome me back and welcome my new friend Jonathan!

I’mma report back again later, so 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