Dear Diary,

I'm quite sure that this is Aubrey's fault. That snippy, wicked girl. She's always telling tales about me, completely inaccurate tales! She must have told him where it was.

Anyways, Reynauld found my diary.

I kept it so safe! Maybe I left it out once or twice. I certainly wasn't doing it on purpose. Maybe I do think a great deal about what would happen if someone found it, but I'm positive that didn't have any effect on...

Well. The Abbess made him give it back. Thank the Light she didn't read it or I'd be on scullery duty for the next epoch.

I'm quite sure he read it. He must have. He keeps giving me these looks and I know what he must be thinking. There's Junia, she's such a loose woman, how can she call herself a Vestal, she must be just aching for someone to [remainder of line scribbled out]

Maybe he wants to do it himself. He's not so pure. I know he was married. Every time he scolds me I'm sure he's thinking of it. Just like Aubrey. They exude lasciviousness. Who knows what they whisper in their minds? They all know of my vows, but I hear them in the night, panting like dogs, their lust fully apparent, and [scribbled out]

He probably sinned with all manner of lustful foreigners while he was away at war. I'm sure he knows all kinds of strange tricks. He's probably thinking about them every time he looks at me.

I'm going to see if the Abbess has a stronger chastity belt available.

Junia.