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I walked with my father to the deck where our ship was placed, "Father, I am scared. What if he doesn't like me?" I asked him holding on tight to him like I was a little girl again.
"Well." He started, "You can write to me, and I will make sure to get you home before anything." He jested almost, "Well I will be sure to do that."
He stopped me before I was to get on the ship, "You are the daughter of Anne of Brittany and Louis XII, you will show them your blood of a angel, and if they show any signs of distress, give them hell, Helene."
I hugged him a tight goodbye, making sure he would remember me forever.
I bid my father and mother a farewell before I was to leave and then left with some lady's of mine.
-The seas-
We had been traveling for two days straight and the boat was horrible today and swinging form side to side violently, shaking my stomach to its turns.
My lady whom name was Joan was holding onto my shoulder tight, "You okay Joan?" I asked exhausted from my working stomach, "Yes your grace, I just— don't like the sea's very much." I laughed, "Well we are going through the hardships before the prize is to be seen in our hands."
"Would that prize be a little princeling?" I looked at her, "Maybe."
