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Journal Entry 28
04.06.2026 As I stare out of my study’s window at the beautiful architecture on the hill, I ponder the question, “Is it a castle or a palace?” I guess in today’s time, one would refer to King Jonas’s home as a palace. However, based on the structure alone, I would say the King lives in a castle. Perhaps my thoughts are intertwined with those of a fairytale. I wonder. Does Jonas look outside his castle windows towards town and think about how blessed he is? Does he ever stare down the hill at the home I live in and wonder what I am doing, or what my family and I…
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Journal Entry 27
03.06.2026 Today, King Jonas and I released our official portrait. I am humbled and proud to be the King’s best friend and to hold our nation’s position as His private secretary. Long live the King. Long live Dorstenland.
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Journal Entry 26
02.06.2026 I am exhausted. Today, the King and I were in back-to-back meetings addressing the rising influence of AI. Jonas welcomed ministers from nine European nations to discuss investments in AI technology and to express his sincere warnings if AI was left unchecked. Prior to the official meetings, Jonas hosted a breakfast for the ministers in the castle’s grand ballroom. I was seated with some of the ministers’ support team members. I was relieved that the press was exited from the room while we ate our meals. I am sure at some point, a photographer would have captured the glances Jonas, and I were giving one another from where we…
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Journal Entry 25
31.05.2026 As I look out my window, the King’s castle does not look the same. My study does not look the same. Nothing looks or feels the way it used to. Jonas and I have both lost our wives. Our lives have changed forever. Our children’s lives have changed forever. Yet, I cannot stop thinking about the pain he is feeling. For some reason, my mind will not stop focusing on Jonas. Yes. He is the King of Dorstenland. Jonas is the face of our nation, now more than ever. As I continue my duties as his private secretary, I often think of the times we had growing up together.…
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Journal Entry 24
21. April 2026 It has been almost three and a half years since I last wrote in my journal. The lives of my children, me, my country, and my king have been forever changed during my absence from journaling. I plan to write details of events that occurred over the past few years at some point, but for now, I will briefly outline what has transpired. Long live King Jonas!
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Journal Entry 23
17. September 2022 It has been two years since I sat at my desk and wrote in my journal. During my disappearance, I was confined to the basement of a dilapidated residence in the northern village of Rüdersdorf, Dorstenland. A heavy metal clasp with a chain that extended to the wall was attached to my ankle from the moment I arrived. My food consisted of scraps from the meals my abductors ate. I can count on one hand the number of meals untouched by the mouths of those who kept me. I became numb to the stench that came from a bucket containing my urine and feces. The bodily waste…
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Journal Entry 22
05. August 2020 The funeral for Karina was held this morning at Wenceslas Cathedral in Eberbach’s City Centre. I was amazed and worried about the thousands of people who poured into the City Centre to pay their respects to Karina as the funeral commenced. The people of Dorstenland have shown so much support that I am still having trouble comprehending everything that is going on. King Jonas has used every bit of his power and influence to leave no stone unturned as the search continues for my children, Otto and Emma. The intelligence community still has confidence that my two children are alive and held hostage somewhere in or near…
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Journal Entry 21
01. August 2020 It has taken me a week to get the strength to write a new entry in my journal. On 25. Juli, the knocking on my bedroom door, woke me from my first good sleep since my family was taken from me. Fräulein Heng was calling my name as she frantically knocked harder and harder to get my attention. I immediately jumped out of bed and ran to the door and opened it. There was Fräulein Heng, tears raining down her cheeks. She was uncontrollably crying and was having difficulty catching her breath. I asked her what the matter was, but she could not get the words out.…
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Journal Entry 20
22. Juli 2020 Even though my secretarial duties required me to attend this afternoon’s parliamentary address by Prime Minister Northcott, I was not obliged to go for obvious reasons. But I needed to go. I wanted Northcott to see me there. The prime minister must know I am watching his every move. Our eyes did meet momentarily as he entered the chamber, but Northcott made it a point to never look in my direction during the entire briefing. The prime minister had attended the Special Meeting of the European Council in Brussels from 17- 21. Juli. Today, he addressed parliament members regarding the context of those meetings and how the…
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Journal Entry 19
21. Juli 2020 At the insistence of the king, I spent most of the afternoon at the palace. I can feel depression setting in, so I know a change of scenery from my estate was in order. It has been 17 long days since Karina and the children were taken from me. Also, I have not seen one of my sisters in person since my family’s abduction. Because of security concerns, my sisters and I only communicate via secured lines set up by DG9. Just two days after Karina and the children disappeared, Jonas instructed the palace’s security chief, Damien Fernsby, to establish 24-hour security for my sisters and their…
