Chapter 10 : how to get my sister away from the Heroine

It's been confirmed.

She's going for the harem route.

She approached the last target Daniel Savataar last month at the Princess' birthday ball. Daniel, who is now Lillian's (who is both crazy smart and charming,) fiancé. I'm worried. Extremely. Lillian is very territorial. Stalker level. Yandere level. She's crazy.

Still worried.

I've convinced Irene and Sheri to get an actual accredited tutor for Jullianne (my sister) because it's super suspicious that some random woman approached my sister after I became the pope.

I told them that the goddess said that she has 'nefarious thoughts and a sullied mind' so don't trust her. Which is kinda true...I don't trust her. And the goddess trusts me.

I'm worried.

Oh! I've made a friend!!

It's not someone in the church.

It's that golden man-boy!

He's actually younger than I thought. He's fourteen now, just two years older than me. I guess puberty came early for him.

He's really smart and funny!

He always makes me feel better after a long day of healing and paperwork.

Yea, sadly I've started my office hours. Sigh. No childhood for me. I've taken to mainly staying in my quarters or spending hours in the hidden gardens the goddess made for me when I have free time.

I brought Drake (that's his name. My golden boy. Wait! Not mine. THE golden boy. His golden boy? He's his own person and not my possession! Don't look at me like that! I just wrote the wrong thing! Stupid diary.) to the "forbidden forest" as the priests like to call it.

No one but someone I approve of and I can come in here. It's beautiful though. There's even a small but deep lake and a small castle for me to reside in when I escape from my captives-I mean, the other priests.

Damn mean people. Making a child do desk work. Ugh.

Drake admired the beauty of my wonderful garden before he pushed me in the pond, silk and gold threaded robes soaked.

I laughed and stood up in the shallow area, my robes threatening to drown me with how heavy they are.

"What was that for?"

Drake shrugged.

"I just wanted to."

"Well, that's strange,"

"Not really," he said, his eyes raking over my wet dress robes.

"I like you like this," he said and refused to say anything else when I asked what that meant.

Strange golden boy. Strange, strange, strange.

I kinda love him though.

Wait! Not Love love! Like a friend! Like a brother! ...ew. No. Not a brother but a friend!! Not romantically!!!!!

Shut up.

I'm too young for these thoughts.

Sigh.