For Goddess Cranwell’s Halloween party I am dressing as Dorothy, and I am bringing my Royal Foot Slave as Toto. I invite all Goddesses to remind Toto what a BAD doggie he is!
*Private Journal Entry* My apartment smells like a fucking greenhouse because of Lockcock's constant pot use. He is using because of his PTSD from being left on the whipping post for 6 months. I want this mentally ill motherfucker out of my apartment. W
Reminder: While the Head of State and I are both away from the capital, no Cadets or any other Goddesses in the Palace better sit on MY throne. NO ONE is allowed on the throne but me!
Some free male detective is sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. If an ambitious pig deals with him and makes this problem go away for me, I will let that pig stick his nose somewhere much more rewarding.
After much searching I have found the lock picking outlaw. I was able to convince him to accompany me to Goddess Alex by guaranteeing his safety and informing him of the job Goddess Alex has for him.
