:::::: Thoughts of love fill his mind this day. True love. He knows he will write another letter to Rowsy later this evening, begging her for but one more chance. For now... he simply writes his own thoughts on love down into his journal. ::::::

A complexity of worldly norms, divided into a vast container of ones own emotions. What is True Love within the world of perceived intentions? True love is not a formality of action dampered by false hopes and unfilled dreams. True love allows ones right of individuality, nonconformity, and the ability to express oneself without hurting anyone in the interim. Every living thing has a right to receive love, give love, and know love. No earthly being has a right to judge another regardless of difference.

One who truly loves the other should be allowed to express words from a context of being understood, and if not, the right of explanation. A lover must be careful when expressing their feelings to the other for fear of already formed ideas within the hearers conscious and subconscious mind. Failure to do this will lead to judgment, misconception, misperception, and the denial of a persons individuality.

Society has already portrayed any relationship that is not accepted out of societal norms as unhealthy. One need not add to the destiny of this false reality, for this only leads to thoughts of misunderstood intentions. How does one explain their way out of this myth? Is it necessary?

If love is sincere, trusting, and true then words should be able to be put into their proper context. A lover should never be denied the right of expression, but should be careful, and aware that the listener may misconceive their contention. If this occurs in true love, one need be given the right to be heard before judgment is allowed. For society puts enough judgment on the misperception of relationships.

To form a true solid loving relationship one must be open to mistakes, for to mistake is human. Trusting that expressing oneself will not always be seen as an undermine and underestimate of the good qualities of essence. Sincere appreciation that a lover can say "sorry" and have those words be genuine is a necessity within true love.

Lovers come from diverse backgrounds, truly defined as being unacceptable at times Thus this brings true love to a point of existence without definition. Neither is wrong or right. Each individual is of unique human existence without definition. True love allows for understanding, speaking, and the freedom to express concerns with the other.

True love is sincere, and real. A true lover will try to understand the unconditional love of another. Even when this is an unfamiliar feeling. Let it be known that their is no height of intensity that will ever diminish the feelings of love that has had existence. May a true lover be accepted for the individual they are and not the one they are expected to be.

True lovers express "sorry" from the heart, soul, and mind. Be not afraid for true love is real. Loving you is loving everything that comes with you. A true lover will not harden their heart, or close their door to love. A true lover does not need to beg for forgiveness, but only asks to be understood as a person who truly loves.

A true lover always has room to allow expression of ones intentions, and freedom to speak what is on their mind without misunderstandings or misperceptions. A true lover will never say something to deliberately try to hurt another. But allow for guidance.

Know that my true love is unconditional.

"I Love You... Rowsy"

:::::: He allows his entry to dry as he walks over to his window and looks out. To bright. He will wait a bit before he delivers his next writing to to the woman who has captured his heart so. He only hopes she can forgive hs rudeness of the other night. With a soft sigh he lays down upon his bed and drifts of into an uneasy slumber. Perhaps a short nap before this night's... activity. ::::::

--Journal entry 4 September, Lord of Masks

~She sits at her desk in the study in her home, writing feverishly after just having awakened, her energy nearly drained to nothing last night with the attacks. She stops to rub her complaining arm, grazed by an arrow, then continues relentlessly with these words:~

Alterio has been condemned. In my book, anyway, which is a book of truth and justice. The murder of Ezmeralda will not go unpunished. This I saw with my own eyes as I was walking to the door...the blade arching through the air...I turned, and saw the blood spray from the wound. I ran to her side, placed my hands, tried to give back what was lost...and found she was already gone. An utterly sickening feeling...a ridiculous thing to die for. I told Qko to go. I don't strike in anger. It's dishonourable to fight when furious and out of control.

I told Alterio of my suspicions, asked him to tell me the truth, to clear himself. I was met with lies. He told me Qko is his friend, denies the murder of Ezmeralda, essentially calls me a liar since I was witness! He's covering up his involvement in all of this...Pryce's death, the dwarven attacks. I know for certain, deep in my gut, that Alterio's neck-deep in all of it. And he still thinks he can lie to me. He may not have raised the blade, no. But dismissing Ezmeralda's death as being of no consequence, considering this Qko a friend, and thus condoning her dishonourable, murderous ways...he is of guilt as well. And if Vixen stands beside him, and condones the behaviour of them both...then she stands condemned beside them, and so do any others that seek to protect the murderer.

Justice will be wrought. I'll have nothing less. It's time to squelch the anarchy that seems to be rising up before it destroys the island in its entirety. Those responsible for the losses of both Ezmeralda and Lord Pryce shall pay thier dues to society. And if I have to wield that justice single-handedly, then so be it.

Father, bless me in my endeavours, and Wesley, cast your aiding hand to my side. A grave situation stirs...

I will not be inconsequential.

The Honourable Lady Jane Shayla Maichen

--Journal entry 4 September, Jane Maichen