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The Book of Na'Lon

or rather, Inane Ramblings of an Expatriot

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Lady Imogen's Diary
In all the confusion, forgot to pack journal, so thought I'd get a new one. Court is boring: boring fashion-obsessed girls with not a pair of braincells to rub together between them (!). But can't stay in room and read. Most of the men are self-important prats. Going to see how much *real* gossip I can track down.

Update: apparently Lord Dovir is here! Haven't seen him yet. Will find out if he really is such an enfant terrible of Centaurum. Teehee. Father would be horrified. Serve him right for sending me to Court.

Spotted Dovir today: doesn't seem that bad. He's short and compact, has short v. dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Has no dress-sense -- or so the women I was standing with claimed. I wouldn't know. I liked the waistcoat. But the Marquis de Refraichment is definitely better looking. But he's a bit of a fop, too.

Tore the lace collar on my favourite not-black dress -- bummer. Didn't bring anything to repair it with, either, and I don't trust it not to go missing if I give the dress to someone else to mend. Not sure what I am going to wear to Emperor's party this pm. It'll have to be black and lace if it's going to be smart... Oh well. I'll live through the comments of those airheaded girls.

Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored. Party was rubbish. But apparently the Emperor has a new obsession. We'll see. Must find some way of keeping my brain from atrophying.

Er, don't know where to start...
I seem to have got married. To Lord Dovir, no less. This will take some explaining to Father...
More when I am not so tired.
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