Journal Entry 86

20.10.2026

I returned home as the King had requested. To my own house. My bed. My sanctuary.

I knew perfectly well where Jonas wanted me to go, but I was staying home.

Damien’s men followed me from the airport. They’re still on my property.

Watching my house. Watching me.

I know they’re only following the King’s orders, but something feels off-kilter.

On the flight from Gdańsk to Eberbach, something occurred to me. I know, I know, my dearest journal. One issue at a time. Please forgive me, Fräulein Heng. Your advice means the world to me, but so does my King.

I’m certain the hourglass has something to do with whatever Jonas was looking for. But how? I’ll figure that out. Trust me.

Damien and his men focused on staff who had access to the King’s office or the rooms nearby.

I’d be willing to bet my life they overlooked the castle’s visitor log.