Gisaelle left my beside, she walked around the spacious room blowing out the various candles leaving only a single one lit beside my bed. Gisaelle gently rested her palm on my head, what she said next I was not expecting. In her coarse but sweet accent she offered to find the soap I wanted, but she did say it might take her some time. It was a tiny act of kindness that meant so much to me.
Once I heard the door click closed behind Gisaelle I jumped out of bed and rushed over to my desk vanity. I sat down and pulled my journal out from my deak, this is the only thing I have to myself. This one thing is completely my own, and I would not allow anyone to take this away from me.
Tuesday March 23rd 1802
The next morning I was awoken to the sound of blaring trumpets in the courtyard. I peered through the window, looking down into the courtyard. Today is the coronation! I remembered..
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part One
FantasiAzalia a nineteen year old girl who has had a relatively normal life so far, start's to face some difficulty when she has to start saving up for college. Azalia does the unspeakable work for the most hated man in her city, Ben Razalia the owner of t...
