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Dinner with Daisy was unbearable. I’ve never so much as seen a talking bird in this sense, as ever before. Such sweet little words they trained her to speak, as she seems to not harbor any mental capabilities of her own. All the better, my father had tried to explain, the fact that she’ll be willing to follow without fault would be best because the ties of marriages are political; and nothing more. One day, I will be able to relish in the feminine touch of any I would want- so long as I uphold to my duty as the noble and Honorable Mister Montov. All the same, I wonder how it came to be that blood status shot to the top of the priority list.

I assumed the Kings affairs would be of utmost importance…

Daisy knew. To imagine my shock would be to imagine the world falling from the sky. She told me about the war, how the muggles fought with mechanisms, all clad in shining steel. They marched in thousands, she told me, when they set foot on our lands- somehow, our defenses could not keep them out. And they attacked. Hundreds of thousands of muggles banded together to try and eradicate our world, our race, from fear. I couldn’t understand why, and I probably never will.

That war was what brought the beginnings of half bloods, and what would soon be called, mudbloods. They murdered our families, burned down our homes, pillaged our crops, and broke down our holdfasts. The magical families were in search disarray and disbelief, it was a wonder anyone had survived at all. Many of the women were killed, or worse,taken- it was the reason why I was to settle with Daisy, almost all others had been lost during the war.

True, a long time has past since that war I speak of, but during these times of hardship, there have been less babies being born, less marriages being constructed, and even fewer of the purest of blood.

The birth of half-bloods came at the end of this short-lived war because once it was known that we had been sought to be destroyed, we fought back. A week total, Daisy told me, that was how long it took to fight the muggles off of our lands, and chase them away in fear. The muggle world is still trying to get back on its feet after all of this time, but if it were my choice, I’d never let them after what they had done to us.

And if that wasn't enough, they stole our magic, too.

The bell is still sounding, even today. I can still hear the sickening ease of a swish that had forcefully separated that man’s head from the rest of his body. Apparently, he’s a half-blood. Our King was less than pleased to find him, trying to learn our magic. The traitor who sought to teach him was beheaded too, and both of their lifeless skulls are now staked to the king’s high castle walls, staring down on everyone who dared look.

The king was a mad man, everybody knew it, but nobody dared to cross him. It’s said that he was the one who started it all, or at least, that’s what Daisy said. I don’t have the time or energy to dwell, though, soon I’ll inherit the holdfasts of my father, and I’ll be bound to hold the southern defenses. I’m to meet the King’s favorite and most loyal guard, Sir Robert Gray, to discuss further details in securing our kingdom safely away from the muggles. Because of this, my wedding ceremony has been postponed.

The knight, now known forever as Sir Robert the Traitor, wasn’t beheaded like I was told. He was frozen, to forever serve his duties as a suit of armor. Fitting, isn’t it? My fealty was pledged to the young boy-king, and what a brat he turned out to be. No words of comfort will help me come to sleep this night, hopefully Daisy will understand. I have to admit, she’s much more clever then I would have ever thought: at least now I know not to judge a book by its cover. An important lesson to learn. However, owls have been bringing dark news as of late.

Another war seems to be fast approaching, who it’s with is still a mystery to me- the men never know why the king bids them, we simply have to do it anyway. Maybe all will come to light soon enough.

The boy-king himself sat in audience during the feast of my triumphs. With the help of the houses Frighjoy, Humber, and Reelwright, we successfully drove back the half-blood forces marched to our kingdom. Where they fled is another mystery, but the kingdom, for now, is safe. Daisy’s been sick, as of late. I can’t put my finger on it, but she's been acting- well- different, too. I can only hope that it is because of the swell in her belly, and in her breasts. She’ll soon bear my child, and if the gods are just, my child will be a boy. When I decidedly prodded her to delve more information on the ancient war, she had insisted I didn’t want to hear the rest. But she knew better than to fight me, and she relented.

She told me that the half-bloods were not all at fault. Before the first war had ever come to pass, there had been witches and wizards all fleeing the tyrannical rule of their king, and fled to live with the muggles. She told me that there are much more half-bloods in this world then first thought, but because they were believed to be so far and few and in between, they hid, always fearful of what could happen if caught. She tries to tell me that they’ll, in the end, become of use to me. That even the strongest and smartest of dogs were mutts. But the gentle heart of a woman is the reason why men must lead, her plans are folly, but she refuses to listen to me; set in her ways.

I’ll try to convince her otherwise later, but for now, I’m feeling a dreadful pain in my stomach, it’s been there ever since Daisy personally delivered my bowl of stew for me. Hopefully, she wasn’t the one to cook it, or I’ll be sick for weeks.