I only could pray that over time my heart would mend and we could once again be whole. Only time could tell. "You should not fear your strength Azalia. It's one of the best things about you," Frances said before letting go of me and leaving me alone inside the drawing room. The walk back to my chamber was melancholy to say the least.
Tomorrow I will leave the castle and make the mettlesome journey through the land to where the dragons live. How would I explain my decision to my father? Would he agree willingly? I hoped he wouldn't be upset with me.
Friday May 28th 1802
My eyes fluttered open, I had barely slept last night. My thoughts had been preoccupied. Exhaustion consumed me and the what if's overwhelmed my mind. I slipped out of my silky bed sheets, where I could see Gisaelle was packing the last of items for my journey ahead as stated in the note I left for her on my vanity.
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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...
