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The Journey of meChapter 4The Journey of me by wearedawolves
"Not a fan of big fancy balls are ya?" Trent said as more of a statement then question.
"Yeah. Big poofy dresses aren't really my thing." I said. I'm not sure if he would understand the real reason I didn't like these. He knew I was hiding something. Why does my face have to be so easy to read.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." he said as we sat down. Who was I kidding. I wanted someone to talk to, someone who would listen.
"Well... you see I just don't like it." I started,"The fact that a prince or princess has to find someone to marry and become the king and queen, when 99% of the time you don't know anything about anyone there. You can't just hang out with a couple of princess for like a month then choose. NO, you have one night and that's it. My father didn't even love my mother when he picked her. Sure they learned to love each other, but before it was just to rule the kingdom and I hate it." I finished my protesting and looked for Trent's reaction. He se
The Journey of meChapter 3The Journey of me by wearedawolves
Courtney was still a little jumpy about the whole Trent thing. I saw him in the hall only once and smiled at him. He returned the smile, ignoring Courtney's frown. She only left when I was called down to the kings thrown room. I hoped he didn't find out about Trent. Courtney couldn't stop throwing backward glances at me as she walked of. I took in a deep breathe and opened the door to my fathers throne room. He looked a bit sad but tried to cover it with a determined face.
"Gwendole with your mother gone and myself growing old, this kingdom needs new rulers. As the oldest of my to girls you are to be the queen." He said firmly. of course I knew this was coming, I was even a bit surprised when he didn't announce it at the funeral.
" I will be having a ball tomorrow evening. There will be many formidable princess there who will make fine kings. I want you tell me which one you want, and he will be the king with you as queen." I never liked these kinds of things. I've only been
The Journey of meChapter 2The Journey of me by wearedawolves
I walked into me and my sister Courtney's room. The black funeral dress I wore hung to the ground, and dragged with my feet. Courtney had left right after the Funeral and was now in bed with silent tears streaming down her face. I hadn't cried. the realization just hadn't hit me yet. no matter how many times i told myself "mom's gone. she's not coming back" I just couldn't believe it.
" are you ok" said Courtney as she looked at me.
"yeah. i'm fine." I said quietly. the look on her face told me she knew I was lying, but she just nodded and closed her eyes. it was dark but I wasn't tired. I went out onto my balcony and down the stairs to my personal garden. most balcony's didn't have stairs but ours did. because we were royalty and we don't deserve to walk all the way down the castle stairs to get outside. that's what mother always said. I sat down on a bench near a fountain surrounded by roses and started to sob. I sat there and cried for what seemed like days, until I felt s
The Journey of mePrologueThe Journey of me by wearedawolves
10 years ago my world fell apart. 10 years ago the accident happened. 10 years ago I had to make the most important decision in my life.
"Why can't I. I am 17"
"I am aware of your age Gwendole" said the queen aka mom.
"Then why can't I. Daddy taught me how to ride a carriage on my own. He says I do it perfectly." I said.
"Well it's not your duty to ride the carriage. That is the job of servants." my mother said firmly. She was always firm, being the "queen" in all. And me being the princess I was to do nothing even close to work. My room was cleaned for me. My outfits were picked out. My breakfast was made. I barely walked the halls alone. Sometimes I wished I could live in a small house, with a nice man who cut wood, and we'd be married because of love and have a small baby because of love. We would be happy because of love, and not because our parents wanted us to be happy. But that's not happening today or any other day.
"fine" i said quietly. It was no use to arg
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