I would love to say that I knew her from when she first came. But I didn't. In fact, she knew about me before I knew about her. But that's not really important.
I do remember the day we finally met. She didn't look like she trusted me, and I will give it to her, she had a right to be reluctant to trust me. I quickly came to learn her personality, part of which was not letting go of things very easily. She was very suspicious of me, and I have to admit, I was quite suspicious of her as well.
You can ask anyone about the times we fought. I can still see the fire in her eyes, burning with an undying flame. She didn't give up easily, I'll tell you that.
But I still remember the day I found her lying in her room, sobbing, as clear as I remember the fighting. It was then that I realized what was inside of her, a raging storm of things I couldn't even begin to imagine. The only way she knew how to cover it up was anger, and as soon as she identified me as a target, it stuck. So I forgave her, and she forgave me.
I'll let the journal tell you the rest.
Oh, and call me Violet. That's what she always called me in her book excerpts.
-Violet
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Letters From the Princess
FanfictionIn a world of love, mystery, and hope, a new princess arose. She had many secrets, many things she kept inside, only for her and her notebook to know. Years later, as the princess became the queen, an old friend and an old enemy came across her jou...
