Journal entry 3
During my first gown fitting for my wedding dress, I felt a sense of joy and excitement that I couldn't help but express through a smile. My elder sister, Anne, accompanied me to the fitting, holding my young niece, Elizabeth, in her arms. The fiery-haired babe was simply adorable, and as I looked at her, I couldn't help but feel a longing for children of my own. I dreamt of being a fine mother to both princesses and princes, telling them stories of my homelands and raising them with kindness and firmness, just as my own mother does with me.
As I stood there, being fitted for my gown, my mother, Queen Elizabeth, entered the room. When she saw me in my wedding dress, tears welled up in her eyes. Being the youngest Boleyn Princess, she always had a tender heart towards me. While my siblings, George and Anne, were Boleyns with their dark hair and eyes, I was different, with my golden hair and light eyes. As I looked at my mother, I felt a sense of pride and gratitude for her love and support.
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Boleyn Queen of France
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