Who was watching me? I left the drawing room and the painting behind. My lantern dimly lit the way back to my bedroom. Had the person in the drawing room been responsible for informing the castle of my arrival?
Wednesday March 24th 1802
In the morning. I awoke to Gisaelle gently nudging me,"Princess the sailors have returned home from their voyage. You are to welcome the men home," she said. I allowed my night dress to drop onto the floor, exposing my naked body. I was still rather uncomfortable getting undressed infront of other people. Gisaelle put my brassiere corrsette over my chest and then slipped my dress over my head.
A knock sounded on the door, I was surprised to see Pescal enter the room shielding his eyes. "Is the Princess decent?" Pescal said. Gisaelle laughed. Why was everyone always so concerned about whether or not I was in a decent state? I had zero authority over my body! I was not allowed to dress myself, nor was I allowed to speak for myself. I had to go where the kingdom told me.
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part One
FantasyAzalia 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...
