The Princess has been held captive in my own castle for a few days, now. I have not heard from many of my brothers, but it seems that the plumbers have outsmarted Roy, if my sources are correct. It is a shame. I wish him well. I await them, lest they actually make it past my siblings, somehow.
The Princess, though seemingly (and unsurprisingly) distressed by her current fate, has taken to singing as she sits in the window of her cell room. I can hear it in the late hours of the night, and the earliest of the morning. I do so wish she would allow me to give her some guidance, and direction, to properly master the skill. Her singing is not bad by any means, but she has the potential for great things. I would like to see what she could do when coupled with a proper band. Perhaps, she could even contribute to one of my own.
But I am not going to ask her. I do not think father would be very favorable towards taking the risk (Much as I’d like to spit in his face, but I must have patience.), and I do not think the Princess would be very favorable to receiving my advice, in the first place. Maybe one of these days.
Regardless, at least there is some music in these halls that is not my own, for once. It is giving me some inspiration to try a few new things.
I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I’ll never let you go. When all those shadows almost killed your light. I remember you said don’t leave me here alone. But all that’s dead and gone and past tonight.