Entry 384
Cultural event
13/8
13th August Y99
Getting in to St. James Palace tonight when we got back from Balmoral was absolutely mental. There are thousands of reporters on the Mall. There's no way for traffic to get through. I'm afraid this story isn't going away. Grandpapa will have to say something.
The whole train ride down, all I could think about was the expectations he tried to foist on me while he's fucking some civil servant and then killing her.
I'm so angry about it! No, I was. I don't know what I am now. Then Rory... As I sat there boiling angry, he wrapped me in his arms and called me by something I've never imagined someone calling me. He called me 'my love.' His. His love.
Yes, I swoon at the thought of Rory calling me 'my love.'
I told him to take me upstairs and remind me that I am in fact his.
I wanted him so badly in that moment. I let Rory take me without a barrier. I'm in a state of Nirvana, I hope for forever. If so we shall never need a condom again.
After, we got in the shower. Together.
