I have lost all sense of time. It is difficult to remember if something happened this morning, yesterday, or some time long before that. Time is just one more thing frozen in this home.

How long has it been since I last saw his face? I want to understand why I was taken away, but my staff didn't offer any explanations.

"You're a princess!" they had said. "Leave the thinking to your parents. They know what's best for you."

At first, it was painful and frustrating, but over the years, I've grown apathetic toward my situation.

There is no need to hurry. No need to speak quickly or fret over daily annoyances. No need to seek out comfort; but him.

Why couldn't he come?

I wish I could dismiss thoughts of him, cast my feelings out of my heart, as I did with everything else.

If you don't care, you can't be hurt.

But my darling Tabie was stolen away from me, and I still want to know why.

His face, his smile, his laugh; I can see it all when I close my eyes. There's something about documenting my thoughts that always brings him to mind.

Throughout the rest of the day, I can do nothing, an option I exercise all the time. Just stare out blankly at the world and forget about everything else going on around the house.

I can't remember the last time the staff approached me or attempted to talk to me.

They bring food to my room every once in a while and clean the room, like I'm not here. Which is fine, because truly, I am not here.

There's something in the wind, though. The earth has grown colder and more solid, although it may just be my perception.

I feel it to be a premonition, but I do not know of what. I'm not sure I want to know either.

If it's something painful, I'd rather it just froze away, shattered like ice, and left me alone.

But maybe the bad news is for someone else. Perhaps they will finally be cast out, and I will inherit their titles.

That day will not come soon enough; the day that I am not just princess, but queen.

When I will have the power to investigate why I was taken away, where Tabie has gone, and if anything doesn't add up, I will have the power to punish those responsible.

An early frost has encouraged ice to crackle over the windows, and thus, I am again reminded that time, like all else, has frozen.

I do not think that day will come. I fear that I will be left here, immobile in time and life, while everything else passes by.

How I wish to escape the cruelty of fate. For it, too, is as cold as the rest of my existence.

I would contemplate this further, but I have noticed an odd, almost painful sensation in my chest. I shall go rest until it fades away.