Excerpts from what appears to be a Journal, many pieces missing.
Entry 100
We were too bold....no, I was too bold. How stupid could I have been? You do not plan huge celebrations when your city is threatened. But how could we have known? The Varanite's had been so quiet. We should have known they were waiting, we should have known we were not forgotten. All I could rely on for help, are here within these walls. Damn magics, how could we have foreseen such. That with one death, with one magical spell or what I assume is some dark magic artifact, my city...MY city would be surrounded by the enemy and my brave heroes trapped within? We are caught...caught like animals in a trap. And it is my people who will suffer for it.

Entry 108
And once again it is the Cutters, my Cutters, my father's Cutters, that seek to do the impossible. These brave men and women refuse to accept such a defeat. They have proposed to use their skills and their network to bring us aid. Some of my advisor's and heroes argued, their mistrust of this group has always been most...adament. But in my heart I have no doubt of their loyalty. If any can save us from the trap we find ourselves in, it will be this group. No, the Cutters will melt into the shadows as they always do and bring us help. The Redboots in Daris, the Shai...someone will be ready to mobilize and come to their Queen, their kingdom's aid. We have hope.

Entry 112
The reports started trickling in, and I am now without hope. Daris is in Varanite control. There will be no help coming from that direction. My loyal Redboots are either dead or scattered, their numbers greatly reduced. The fields burnt, barren, and so many are dead. The witches from the marshes, the damned Ji Lyn. The messages received say that Brigadier Aloscia got some of the villagers out, but I have received no reports of their safety, if they even made it away. We failed to foresee what the Varanite's planned and my people pay the price . May the gods forgive me.

Entry 116
We are now lost. The brave Shai Orcs, my last hope, were defeated by the Vokk. There will be no help coming. I will set out the order for every man, woman and child to rally. We will go down, but we will go down fighting. Father, if you are watching...help us....help me.
Entry 120
There are reports of small bands of scouts and rangers coming from the forests and the shadows. Those loyal to me gather, but will it be enough? I find myself beset with nightmares. The siege is taking its toll. I hear the wailing of the commoners in the streets. They are frightened, they are worried. I have done all that I could to assure them that we have plenty of food and water. None of in danger of starvation yet. But they see the campfires of the massive army outside our gates. They know just how much danger we are in. My back is against a wall. I have no desire to lose my father's kingdom, nor see my people slaughtered. But I fear that it is too late. The Varanites have us in an impossible position and this time I fear I am out of miracles.

Entry 125
The screams of my fallen heroes will haunt me for the rest of my days. I was urged to flee in the heat of battle. Some of my staunchest supporters were so angered by my refusal. But how could I leave others to face the terrors of war to save my kingdom and not be willing to face them myself? It was a slaughter. My crusaders, my templars pushed me back , further into the castle, but even then I knew it was over. I was ready for my death, indeed I wished for it. Death was a fitting punishment for my failure, but it is not yet to be my fate. When the Varanite commander walked in, I steeled myself for death. I watched helplessly as those who defended me were cut down. I was completely stunned when the commander removed his helm and gave me a courtly bow. How could the monster responsible for the death of so many wear the face of an angel? He then told me that I alone had the power to end my people's torment. That he, Marcus, devised a plan to save my people. I could give myself to this second son, and he would order the slaughter to stop and see my people prosper. He spoke of an end to the war, and end to the struggles, a chance for peace. I found myself agreeing, desperate to end the cries of my people. Thus begun my groom's courtship, with me down on one knee and kissing his ring. I wonder just what my role will be, wife or slave? In the end, will there really be much difference?

Entry 127
It is done, but I wonder if I will be able to live with the bargain made? I have now been wedded and bedded by the Varanite responsible for the slaughter of my people. My only consolation is that my sacrifice saved some of my people. Marcus gifted me with the lives of my heroes and my servants that survived the battle as a wedding gift. They have their lives, if not their freedom. This second son that is now my husband...nae, my captor, parades me as a prized heifer. My good behavior guarantees the lives and prosperity of my people. Be his loyal and loving wife, and Dasaria will flourish and grow under his rule. Disobey him and he will order the slaughter of any who claim Dasarian descent. My city, my beautiful city of Dasar is largely in ruins, awash with the colors of the invaders, the air clogged with the ashes of anything Dasarian. I am alone among enemies...perhaps death would have been a blessing. I learned that I had spies in my very castle. Those whom had sold favors and information to Varana while professing loyalty to me. I had a feeling of malicious pleasure when my husband ordered them all executed in front of me. Seems my husband is of the opinion that if you betray one kingdom, you will betray another. I will have to remember that in my dealings with him.

Entry 130
Marcus can be a very...compelling man. At times his cunning mind astounds me. He has decreed that any Dasarian child left orphaned by the war is to be given to a Varanite family to be raised as their own, a son or daughter of Varana, not a slave. I find myself torn, torn by gratitude for the mercy being shown my people, and by hatred and despair that these children will be taught nothing of their Dasarian heritage. I am guarded by those of Marcus' so called Magnus Order. Supposedly they are here to instruct me in the ways of a proper Varanite ruler. They forget I am queen by my own blood. I listen and I hear much. Marcus is much beloved by his people. Perhaps this may one day be used to the advantage of mine.

Entry 135
Marcus does as he promised. He is seeing to the rebuilding of the war torn countryside, although his brother the Emperor decreed that Dasar will never regain its former glory. Marcus just winked at me as if we shared some secret. My husband actually treats me very well. He says he admires my wit and my wisdom, even as his brother treats me with scorn and many nobles laugh at my Dasarian manners and ways of thinking. My husband....my husband however talks to me in the privacy of our rooms. He wishes to learn of how I ruled, the Dasarian way of thinking, ways to incorporate my people willingly into Varana rather than by force. Marcus is a...charasmatic man. Much more so than his brother. The Emperor uses force and fear to inspire loyalty, whereas my husband earns the people's loyalty with his charm and his force of presence. His newest idea is telling the Varanite nobles to take the daughters of noble born Dasarians as wives or as wives for their sons. A united Varana, with Dasarian blood slowly being purged out. I can admire the tactics even as I despise the measures.
Entry 150
My husband always has priestesses of the one I called Druaga at my side and I had wondered why. Now I know. I am to bear a child. I am not sure how I feel about this although my husband is very pleased. He has showered me with gifts of jewels and clothing since the priestess gave him the news and is quite tender towards me. He says I bear the hope of Varana's future. I still mourn the loss of Dasaria's future myself. Perhaps this child will be a new beginning. His mother is of Dasarian royalty. He or she will show the union of Dasarian and Varanite blood, joined kingdoms. I can teach the child to be proud of its Dasarian ancestors, maybe instill a sense of loyalty to Dasaria. I will have to tread carefully, but it is always the tales told by the mothers that children remember.

Entry 160
That bastard! That cruel and vicious demon. He had my child...my son...torn from my arms when only hours old. I am told I will not see my own son, or have any part in his raising. His son will be trained as his heir, groomed to one day rule untainted by my influence. I hate him, I hate him with every fiber of my being. I want my baby, my son.