Dear Dickon,
Today was a day of nothing but black. To tell the truth, I somewhat enjoyed it, especially my new black frock. But it was mostly still a depressing black.
Mother was buried this morning, and ever since, I wouldn't dare show my face, especially to Father. He insists that I must marry someone of royalty, anyone of royalty, and become the new queen. But, why? For goodness sake, I JUST TURNED THIRTEEN!!
You know what? I don't need an explanation. I don't need to know how Mother died last night. I don't need to know why Father is now forcing me to marry royal strangers. I DON'T NEED TO KNOW WHY I'M RUNNING AWAY!!
Yes, it's official. I'm packing up. I'm sorry everything's escalating so rapidly. It appears I am scared. This must be the fear that the Future was talking about. Marriage.
Everything's ready. I'm only bringing Father's old brown coat and you, my Dickie, to stay light. The next time you hear from me, I shall be somewhere else. Anywhere but here with Father. He's a different man now. The kind I don't want to deal with.
Yours who is now heading to the kitchen to stuff herself with as much food as she can before the long journey,
Armelle, aka the Bear Princess
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FantasyHello! I'm Armelle. Armelle Sauvageon. Unless you haven't heard, you are a gift to me from Mother and Father. You are my new and only friend. Let's see... what should I talk about, Diary? ********** She wasn't always like this. In fact, this was her...
