Journal Entry #1
"Do not weep for the nightingales, Alexandra."
At least that is what I tell my granddaughter. Naive little thing, she is worst than my daughter. Sweet, innocent little thing... the one sun left in my life. When I was told she was the last remnant of my daughter, I felt my heart break with joy, for all was not lost. I still had my blood running in veins of an heir. I still had my child living on in her own.
Yes her blood is tainted. But it is of no matter, the Ivanovnas have survived more than a little mud. Mud helps replenish a river's ecosystem. Where there is mud, there is little life. Little food for little fish to dig and eat in. But the fools of the other houses would never understand. Ah, mortals. How simple times were when I once thought like a mortal.
But as I look at my granddaughter, my Alexandra, I worry for her. She is so very weak and kind. Soft like a snail without a shell. I cannot let her be crushed, and this time. This time I won't let her out of my sight until she has that shell. I can train her, yes. The damage is minimal, she only lived in the madness of her parents for six short winters. I can refine and help shape this delicate little child into a worthy Heir that can carry on the strength and glory that our house once was.
But her magic... her magic is so very, very weak. I must see if He can assist in this matter...