I honestly don’t understand how the poor man can keep coping with things when I know that his heart is breaking with his sister’s latest escapade. At least we think we know where she is now, which is in Pandaria, the one place that she doesn’t really need to be, however, we all know that she will just be causing problems.
I’ve watched all of the changes in the household since Miss Faendra left, not only this house but the one that her brother gave her to live on her own. Apparently it wasn’t to her liking and she made this quite clear not only to me but to any of my maids and housekeeper-in-training that were put there to assist her. Fae is and can be a very cruel and self-centered young girl and she has finally done the worst thing that she could have done to her brother.
I knew about the fact that Fnor was trying to make arrangements for a marriage for his sister. I know what his thinking was on the matter and he was in hopes that she would settle down and do the right thing. I know that he had been negotiating with several families of lesser nobility than her last pending nuptials, however, with her disappearance that time, it definitely put the word out that she may not be quite the package for a family to take on. What if she had married someone and took off to chase down poor Dawnglory? Ah well, that will only be for speculation because her brother has finally washed his hands of that type of thing for her.
Zippie has been gone the better part of the month and poor Fnor is once again realizing that he just doesn’t like to attend to all of the paperwork any more now than he did when we were in Dalaran. Poor fellow does a good job with things, managing his contracts, the employees and the warehouses in Shattrath as well as Silvermoon, however, he never has been one that liked to be indoors and tied down to a desk. He is always in his glory when he is out in the field or, sad to say, being with the Rangers – it really is the love of his life as well as something that has kept him young all of these years. Now he is planning on opening up a new warehouse in Pandaria to handle the goods for the employees that are in that area – some of them can’t come back to Silvermoon for whatever reasons, usually something involving the authorities.
I know that when Zippie does return, he is planning on spending some time with his wife and son in Pandaria, possibly slipping into Stormwind to see his youngest son, Vashlan. I’ve never seen a man so devoted to his children and that is something that he and I need to discuss.
I know that I have been hiding things from him for a very long time, however, it is now time that I can no longer do that without him finding out. When we had our affair in Dalaran, I did take some time off from my duties to go home for a few months, leaving a temporary maid in charge that could contact me if she ran into something that she couldn’t handle on her own. I wonder what happened to her, she was very likeable and capable, however, after I returned to Dalaran, she left to take another position in Silvermoon near her family.
What I am about to write down is something that if it were to fall into the wrong hands could cause a lot of trouble for Fnor and for myself, however, it is something that I feel I need to put in this journal.
When I went home to my family near Fairbreeze Village, I went home to give birth to a child. Yes, my child and Fnor’s. I never told him that I was pregnant because I didn’t want him to feel that he was trapped in our relationship and we weren’t planning a future together as a couple, we were lovers. Not only did I work for the man, I was his friend and his confidant in a lot of his business and in his personal life.
None of my siblings realized that I was with child, however, my Mother knew the first time that she laid eyes on me. Of course, she had plenty of experience with pregnancy since she had given birth to my siblings and myself. She made all of the arrangements for me to go to a little cottage on the shore when I started to show, telling the rest of my family that I was exhausted and needed some time to rest and relax from all of my endeavors in Dalaran. She was the one that made arrangements for a midwife to be close at hand for when the time was right. Yes, I paid for all of this out of my own funds.
Before my Mother joined me at the cottage, she let my Father and my other siblings think that she was the one pregnant. Of course, Dad was thrilled at the thought of adding another baby to the brood that they were already raising, however, he was probably more surprised than the rest of the family and very proud of his prowess in the bedroom. Poor fellow never stopped to realize that Mom was a bit long in the tooth to be having a baby.
The time came, the child was born without much trouble at all, which came as a huge surprise to me. She was the most beautiful baby that I had ever seen and the weeks that followed were filled with joy for me. I named her Adamia because it was an old family name and because I thought it was a good choice for my poor bastard child. Mother and I had agreed that she would pass the child off as her own and it broke my heart in so many ways when I had to take on the role of the older sister, not even letting my daughter know the truth.
Naturally, the years have passed and Adamia has taken after her parents. She is very strong willed and adventurous, just as I am sure Fnor and I both were growing up. What is definitely surprising is how much she looks like her Father, the long black hair is as heavy as his and she has his smile – her eyes twinkle just the way his do when he’s enjoying himself. She has never suspected that she wasn’t my Mother’s daughter. I have paid for her rearing, her schooling as well as lavished gifts on her at every opportunity. Well, now the crux of the matter is that she is now coming of age, she wants to strike out on her own and she wants to come stay with her big sister in Silvermoon.
Now, you can see my dilemma. I am sure that her Father will recognize the family traits as well as recognize the fact that I won’t be able to hide her identity forever – my parents are getting old and my siblings are starting to suspect that Adamia is definitely more than just a favorite of mine. I am going to have to give this some more thought, do I tell Fnor the truth or try to live with the lie a bit longer?