Chantal

[Chantal]

Date 5.1. 794 AS

Oh how I despise them

The wedding was without my parents. Ever since I was liberated by Robert from the dreary common existence I couldn't reach them. HE told me not to worry about it. Their petty existence is beneath me in every way. The are the same, same as the disgustung Council rebels who try to stain the beauty and dignity of our kind.

They are resentful, petty and sour about our grandeur. I wish Marne and all I left behind were just wiped from history, so the horrible stench of my common class upbringing would be washed away from the back of my mind.

Robert says they will be pacified by our majestic fleet soon, and this will be over before it began. Why can't they see what I see - that we make Gallia better, that only the Elegance of us, not the rough simplicity of the commoners can bring us all into a bright future?

They are not what I am now - a majestic Noble.