I drank a surprisingly delicious poison today. Some new concoction from the rabble outside the palace walls. It seems they’ve discovered - or created - a new citrus fruit with an unusual amount of toxins. I must say, apart from the minor stomach aches, i quite enjoyed the sweetness of that one.

Sometimes I wonder what it must be like to eat normal food. It must be nice to be loved by your subjects, to be honored, respected - revered. These people just want me dead, but I seem to be immune to all their devious attempts at assassination.

I may never know the taste of a well-cooked meal made with love, but today I tasted the sweetness of a fruit that only the dead can comprehend. They wouldn’t like me saying this, but today’s meal was a wonderful gift that I shall remember fondly. There is little that someone hated can be grateful for, so I choose to be thankful in this.

Perhaps tomorrow they will try another dish with that delightful fruit.