Journal Entry 41
23.06.2026
Well, today did not go as I had initially planned. I was hoping the King and I would have toured and explored Singapore. Unfortunately, I was exhausted. I begged Jonas to leave our hotel room and take a tour of the island, but he declined. He had mentioned that he needed to prepare for the upcoming trade talks on Friday, but I swear I heard him say that he was not going to tour without me.
Jonas stayed all day with me in the presidential suite at the Marina Bay Sands. Even while I tried to nap, he would nudge me to see if I needed anything. When dinnertime approached, Jonas told me that it was time I stopped being “lazy” and got dressed for dinner. I still do not know whether I have been suffering from jet lag or coming down with something.
Needless to say, I had no problem eating my meal. I wanted to eat dinner in the suite, but Jonas would not have it. Jonas took me to the Dallas Café & Bar, where I devoured their Wagyu Burger and fries. The King knows I have a weakness for burgers. Dinner was excellent, but I was on edge with the constant stares and attention surrounding the two of us. I knew I had nothing to worry about, yet I felt more at ease knowing Jonas’s security detail was close at hand. The anxiety that I feel for Jonas’s safety has not relinquished the slightest since the attempted coup.
His Royal Highness, dare I write those words in a derogatory manner, begged me to go afterwards for a swim in the rooftop swimming pool. Of course, I am obliged. One does not say no to the King of Dorstenland. My dearest journal, you know I wrote that in the most sarcastic terms. He may be my King, but at the end of the day, he is and always will be my best friend, which allows me some leeway in our relationship.
Of course, Jonas made sure to take a selfie of the two of us in the swimming pool. Yes, it was a beautiful view and a memory captured; however, Jonas drives me absolutely crazy with his constant selfies. Seriously, does he not have enough pictures of himself taken by the press? I understand, though, he does like to capture private moments without the paparazzi’s angle of view. Jonas is certainly a good man with a beautiful heart.
We ended the evening sitting next to one another, watching random TV channels. There were plenty of other seats in the room for Jonas to sit, although he chose to sit right next to me. I am feeling something inside that confuses me, especially when my King looks at me.
