That woman appeared again today. Rayana is her name. It would appear she is from the future and from the scared way she looks at me... Well... I don't think the history of her time remembers me fondly. I do not have time to dwell on that, however. I have to deal with my own problems. My brother continues to be distant with me. He locks himself away in his room and has secret meetings with Fae and some other nobles. It worries me.

So I went to my grandmother for help. She told me I should execute him for treason. She was joking of course. I think. My visions have all but gone. I am seeing nothing and it frustrates me so much. For years I was terrorised by them and now when I can accept them they do not appear. I feel so lost without them.

I am hoping Rayana can help me. I really hope she returns to me soon. There is so much I want to learn from her. How does she have the power to physically walk through time? Not even the Fae can do that. So many mysteries and secrets that need uncovering.

Soon I will know them.

The Diary of Queen Orianna

Fallon stands on the balcony and watches the carriage enter the grounds of the castle. Cordelia appears next to her.
"This is going to be a problem," she sighs. Fallon looks at her and nods her head. The carriage door opens and a woman gets out.
"Fuck," both girls say at the same time. Their Grandfather has brought along their cousin. Amalie Baylon. She is the daughter of their father's brother and she is a nasty bit of work. Sebastian Baylon doesn't love much in this world. Fallon isn't sure he even loves his own sons. But for some reason, Amalie Baylon is his pride and joy. He adores that girl. Fallon believes that is because the bitch is as cruel and nasty as him. She is very pretty. She has skin that is slightly tanned and thick lashes around light blue eyes. Her hair is the colour of dark chocolate and she is tall and curvaceous.

She also had a long-time fling with Kristoff.

Cordelia grits her teeth and glares at her. A twisted smile plays on her lips as she looks at Fallon.
"You can have grandfather," she begins. "But if that bitch starts destroying my hard work, she is all mine." Fallon smiles at her sister.
"I think I could live with that," she chuckles. Amalie notices the girls looking down at her and gives them a cruel, confident smile that sends both the princess blood boiling.
"Actually," Fallon says with a dark chuckle. "I think we are going to have to share." Cordelia laughs and the two walk back into the castle and ready to greet their guests.

Their Grandfather, grandmother and cousin walk confidently into the throne room where the girls and the King wait.
"Why didn't you call for me earlier, boy? You should have got me here as soon as the Trial began. None of this would have happened if I were here." Rayana shakes as she looks at him. The visions of what he had done to his son swirling in her mind. Fallon looks over him.
"That is not how you address the king," she says, her voice calm. Their grandfather glares at her.
"Be silent, you have no right to talk unless I say so." Fallon laughs coldly, the sound echoing off the walls.

Their father doesn't say anything. Rayana isn't surprised. When it comes to their grandfather, their own father seems to sink back to being the scared little boy she has seen in so many visions. She looks up at him now. A sheen of sweat covers his forehead and his face is pale. His jaw is gritted and his hands are clenched on the arms of the throne. He looks at Fallon with a mixture of awe, relief and fear. Rayana frowns. Is he scared for her? Fallon continues to talk as she walks down the steps.
"Out of everyone in this room, you have the least amount of right to speak out of turn," she growls, her cold blue eyes staring right into his. "You are nothing to Vivelle. Nothing but an outside family trying desperately to make their way to the top again and thinking that because your son is successful that means you are. The only person in your family with any power over me or my sisters is my father. Not you. I am the Princess of Vivelle. Speak to me like that again and I'll kill you myself," she says and smiles sweetly. "Now, address your royals properly. All of you," she snarls, her blue eyes looking over every single one of them. They stare right back at her, defiant. She lets out a low, annoyed sigh before looking to Cordelia. Cordelia smiles.
"Guards," she calls. They all move in from around the room.
"Don't touch me," Sebastian says to them. Cordelia grins.
"They don't listen to you," she smiles. She looks at the guards and nods her head. The guards move quickly, kicking out the back of their legs and shoving them to the ground into a kneeling position. Fallon smiles as the smug grin is whipped of Amalie's face and is replaced by burning anger.
"That is how you are supposed to great us. We are above you. We are better than you." She lowers her voice and crouches down to look directly into her grandfather's eyes.  "If you think you are going to be able to bend us to your will, you have another think coming. Lay one hand on any of my sisters and I will kill you and no one will even think of me as a suspect." She stands up and walks back up to her spot beneath the throne. Her father looks at her and she is surprised to see a grateful look cross over his face. He even nods at her in approval. It leaves her wondering what sort of abuse he received under the care of this man. It must have been a lot if he is letting his daughters show their authority and power. Cordelia doesn't let the guards let them up for a good five minutes as the king and sisters all watch. Finally, the King stands.
"I have invited you here to help my daughters learn some boundaries whilst I am busy with my duties. Do not forget, father, that they are your princesses and are to be treated with respect. As Fallon said, I am the King here, not you. It is my place to hand out any punishment I see fit and not yours. If I hear any word of you hurting my girls then I will let Fallon have her fun. Do you understand?" he asks. Fallon feels her heart race in her chest as she looks back at her father. He was actually sticking up for them and protecting them. Her breathing increases as she thinks back to two words. "my girls,". Not the princesses, not daughters but his girls. She gulps. Perhaps he does love them after all.

They nod their heads and the guards let them up. They quickly adjust their clothes and glare at the princesses and king. Matthias walks down the throne and passes Fallon. He gives her shoulder a little squeeze and smiles softly at her before walking down the stairs and past his father. Fallon stands there in shock, not sure what to even do with herself. Even her sisters are shocked.

"You are dismissed," Shaelyn finally says and they turn and storm out. When they are gone, Fallon let's out a deep breath.
"What the fuck just happened?" she asks.
"I have no idea," Cordelia gulps. "But I need to find Kristoff before that bitch sinks her claws into him," she says and walks from the room.
"Come on," Fallon says to her other two sisters. Even with the warning, she knew her grandfather's arrogance will not stop him from trying to discipline her and her sisters. She was going to be staying very close to them for the next few weeks.

Cordelia walks through the gardens and finds Kristoff in their spot underneath the stone gazebo. Amalie already curling around him. The two smile and he kisses her softly on the forehead. They had almost been married. However, Councilman Drake made them call it off until after the Trial in case Kristoff was chosen and had to marry one of the princesses. Cordelia just watches the two, analysing Amalie especially. She tries not to let the rage burn through her as the women plants a soft kiss on his lips. Instead, she tries to learn from her. This is a woman who could control Kristoff and she needed to learn and do a lot more if she wanted to do the same.

She first looks at how Amalie is dressed. Like Cordelia, she dresses conservatively and delicately. Soft colours to make her look more feminine. The shape of the dress shows off her figure enough for it to be stylish, but not enough to be considered a harlot. Just how Kristoff likes his women. Pretty for others to be envious but covered enough so only he gets to see what is really beneath. Cordelia looks down at her own dress. One she had designed personally. She smiles. It is much nicer than Amalie coral one.

Cordelia wears a mint green dress. The torso is tight and the neckline shows off a little cleavage. It has long lace sleeves and is covered in little white flowers and pearls. The skirt is soft and flows delicately to the ground with a slight train. Her hair has been left completely down all but on one side which has been clipped away from her face with a diamond flower. The deep ginger locks shine in the sunlight and the curls are perfect as they hang halfway down her back.

When she is done analysing Amalie, she walks over to the two.
"Amalie," she says. The two jump and Amalie narrows her eyes, not liking that lack of "lady" in front of her name. "What are you doing out here with my fiance?" Cordelia asks, keeping her voice soft a delicate. She doesn't let her annoyance show. It is not something she wants the wretched woman to try and exploit.
"Kristoff can be with whoever he wants whenever he wants," she smiles at Cordelia. Cordelia raises an eyebrow.
"That is Lord Kristoff, to you," she begins. "And perhaps, when he is the King, Lord Kristoff can discretely be with whoever he wants whenever he wants. But whilst he is still engaged to the most powerful sisters in Vivelle he is off-limits," she tells the woman. Kristoff goes to speak at Cordelia looks at him and talks before he can. "How do you think the people will react if they found out their future king is already uninterested in their beloved princesses? If you can't even be loyal to your fiance, then how can you be loyal to a country?" she asks. Kristoff steps away from Amalie when he realises that she is right.
"Though even when you are king... If word got out about you having a mistress you would not be popular," she sighs. "Especially if that mistress was the princesses own cousin. I dread to think how they would treat you, Amalie. Your reputation would be ruined," she sighs. "No man wouldn't want to marry you and the Baylon name would once again be dirt," Cordelia says to her. She smiles coldly.
"Only if people told. Once Kristoff is King, he can demand it be kept secret and kill anyone who dares try and spread it."
"Oh Amalie," she sighs, her voice turning dark.
"If you think I am going to allow my husband to sleep with another woman you are very much mistaken. I will not allow you to embarrass the throne."
"You'll have no power," she snarls. Cordelia raises an eyebrow. Oh how wrong she was, but Cordelia wasn't about to say that in front of Kristoff. She'd let him think he was in control for now. She smiles.
"Of course I won't. But I'll still be the Queen and you would be nothing but a whore. Whose side would people take if a secret like that were to mysteriously be revealed?" Kristoff looks between Cordelia and Amalie, not sure who to side with. Cordelia looks at him.
"Kristoff, to be king you have to make sacrifices. I am sacrificing my sisters for you to get the throne," she says and begins to feel tears prickle in her eyes. "Why can't you at least treat me with a little respect?" she says as a tear begins to fall down her cheek. Kristoff takes her hand and pulls her toward him slowly before wrapping her up in a hug.
"I am sorry," he whispers. "Leave us, Amalie," he tells Cordelia's cousin. She huffs angrily before walking off. She turns to face them. Cordelia, still in Kristoff's arms, smiles at her over his shoulder. She huffs again and walks off.
"I'm sorry," she says. "I am being weak," she sobs as she wipes her tears. He touches her hand softly.
"No you aren't," he whispers and kisses it. "You are right, it is selfish of me to take a lover after all you are losing to help me get to my throne," he sighs. "When we get the throne, I will be loyal to you and you only," he tells her and she looks up into his eyes with a soft, delicate smile.
"Really?" she asks. He nods his head.
"Of course," he smiles back. "You will be my Queen and I will treat you like one." She smiles widely and leans up to kiss him. She breaks away and looks into his eyes.
"I trust you, Kristoff," she whispers. "But I am ruthless too. I am a woman who is giving up her sisters for this crown and I will not let anyone get in the way," she warns. "If she interferes too much in my plans then I will kill her." Kristoff's face darkens, not liking the threat. He goes to speak but she presses her hand against his face, her thumb over his lip.
"You are a ruthless man, Kristoff. You fight for what is yours. You fight for me and I love that. It is one of the things that I love about you. So do you not want that in return? I am a ruthless woman when I need to be. I fight for what is mine and that is you." He smiles softly again and cups her face in her hands.
"Hmm, perhaps I should continue to see her. It would be interesting to see which one of you comes out on top," he jokes. She smiles and looks up into his eyes before all humour fades from her.

"I am very serious Kristoff," she warns. "I want to be your perfect Queen. To stand by your side as we rule together. But I will not be disrespected and thrown aside for some low-class whore. I can be dangerous if I need to be and I will get rid of anyone in my way."

He nods his head at her warning before touching her face softly.
"Very well," he says, his voice strong.