Dear Dickon,
I'm so confused with myself. I've been dreading for this moment to arrive.
I think I'm falling in love with Christopher.
I know I shouldn't be, because Christopher's most likely to find someone better at the ball. That's the main reason why there even is a ball. In fact, THREE balls!
But what then? When he becomes king he won't have the time to talk to a kitchen wench! He'll have his wife for company instead. Maybe I should leave.
I guess love's like that: you set aside everything you've been doing to chase something difficult to grasp.
You know what? I should go to the ball! Maybe if I disguise myself as an heiress, I could join Christopher! But how...
Idea!!! I could wear those gowns the Future gave me! Brilliant!!!
Yours,
Princess Eleanora of Frell
(Is the name passable?)
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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...
