Being back at court has made me realize how much I truly missed it. The people, the scenery, the libraries. All of it brings me great happiness. Thumbing through some works of a French poet, Clément Marot, led me to one of my favorite poems so far. An excerpt goes as such;
Ce temple était, un clos fleuri verger,
Passant en tout le val délicieux
Paris, jeune berger,
Pégasis aux beaux yeux.
I wish I could write as beautifully as Clément does. As much as I do enjoy writing poems, my skills could never even be compared to all of the talented poets we have in France. For now I shall dutifully serve my Queen and make up for the time I have missed at court. I long for friends. Perhaps one shall stumble my way.