20 of Secondus, 1669,
I am never going to another wedding ever again. This one was such a travesty that you would almost think it a Vodacci wedding. The bride was murdered, the groom was kidnapped by the Inquisition, neither of the parents could see that they were being played and I was hung from the church steeple. Our host was not pleased with the concept of the wedding, so he and his two older sons conspired against the married couple. Why he had to hang me from the church steeple is a mystery. I did have the dubious honor of having El Vago attempt to rescue me. I think he was trumped by Father Guiseppe, who managed to get me safely on to the roof. Quicker then I would have like, but safely. After that the man decided that he would rather face death then the threat of treason and threw himself out the window. Enrique was naturally contrite and embarrassed over the whole situation. As much as we'd like to sometimes, we cannot choose our families.
Don Andrès Béjarano de Aldana, the kings own advisor, has offered us lodgings at the palace. I hope that we will be safer there.
I nearly died today…this can not be good for the baby.