Journal Entry 75

19.09.2026

His Majesty was upset. No, I should probably use the American term: pissed off. He had every right to be. I had kept Jonas in the dark long enough.

As soon as we departed Vilnius, the King brought in DG9 and DBND to protect his children and mine, both in Dorstenland and abroad.

I doubt Princess Tatiana was pleased to have DBND officers standing nearby during her first solo violin performance in Madrid. She deserved to have the audience’s attention on her music. Instead, two men stood beneath the chandelier, watching the room.

Oh, my dearest journal, I believe—no, I know—I miscalculated terribly when I burned that cryptic letter in front of Jonas and Damien.

How could I have been so stupid? There might have been fingerprints on the paper. There might have been some trace that could identify whoever wrote it. I destroyed the evidence with my own hands.

I am seriously considering presenting my resignation to the King.

I failed Jonas.

I thought I could do this on my own.

Do what? Decipher the cryptic lines and save the Kingdom?

What the hell was I thinking?

My tears are soaking the paper as I write.

I love Jonas so much. I cannot lose him as I lost Karina. I cannot bear to see him maimed as Emma was.

The King is furious with me. I hear it in the way he speaks. For more than a week, he has neither called nor messaged me unless it concerned the Kingdom.

I need to reconcile with the King. With my best friend. With my—

No more deciphering the cryptic lines on my own.

I promise.