For the first time since I was stabbed at the masquerade ball, I feel healthy. There isn't a constant weariness to everything, simply standing is no longer a strain and, thank the Six, the hallucinations have stopped. I had forgotten how nice is was not to have to worry about a seemingly unavoidable death at the hands of this sickness.
I should have been cured earlier. My health now is no thanks to that little tart, getting herself cured only to then get both sick again and pregnant. Stupid little girl; she did not deserve the second chance, it should have gone to someone who had yet to prove themselves so selfish and irresponsible.
But at least I am well now, and my business seems to be preforming plenty well enough. I need to drum up more, though, and keep the momentum going. Establish myself firmly as being the better to the man who wishes to ruin me. Regardless, things are looking a lot less dire than they were so shortly ago.
The news that came with the cure, however, that I am less certain how to take. Another beginning, and one that is needed, and I have wanted... But the price might be a little high. Still, I have sworn myself in service and I do not regret that; I will serve the will of the Six, and face whatever it is that is needed from me with the best of my abilities.
I just fear I might regret it later, when blood has been spilled.
