I shouldn't and I've written this before, but Father's placed another round of reports on me...since the weather has cancelled the training sessions.

Yes, it's been snowing...a ridiculous amount! I haven't seen so much snow in years! It was shin high, the last time it was like that...was...well I'm pretty sure I was only nine years old. Good times...good times.

Not to say right now wasn't good times, because I wasn't the only one who went for a walk, I met Guinevere out there. Looking lovely in the snow...I even carried her. She's lighter than Morgana...don't repeat that - what am I writing? You're a book, you can't-

But I suppose after enjoying such an afternoon I should expect a drawback in the form of working on a grain report for Father.

Of course, the multiverse decided to throw up a ridiculous number of people. Even Lancelot showed up! I'm not sure if he was the same one...I wonder if Guinevere will see him and...what will happen when she does.

I should stop this train of thought...