Dear Diary,

      Desmindina came by today and told me I must give up this diary. This is the last bit of evidence of where I truly came from and how Michael and I met. As I’ve been taught keeping a diary is a very Lady like thing to do, and I shall have my pick for my new one. But this one must be turned into the Council of Mages.

      I managed to convince Desmindina to let me write this last entry. I would hate for anyone who read this to think something horrible happened that has caused me to stop writing when there are so many pages left.

      But then again I’m sure the historian’s will have mentioned me at this point. Given that I am engaged to the Crown Prince. If I’m lucky it will also record our marriage within the next year. I am getting so sick of this place and the Snobbish Brats.

      Thank goodness I have Anne for a friend and Michael who visits every other week. I wouldn’t be able to bear it otherwise. Speaking of Michael he’s due to be here on the morrow.

      Well Desmindina is looking at me sternly so I’d best finish this entry up. Wish me luck and happiness for the years to come. Being a Princess isn’t nearly as romantic as I once believed. Then eventually I’ll become Queen and that’s when the hard part starts. But since Michael will be my Prince and King I’m sure things will be okay. After all, when I’m with him, I feel like I could do or be anything.

      Thanks for holding all my thoughts Diary. I wish you happiness in the Mage archives.

      Love,

            Princess Christeen of Gwahan

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Author guidance for This story

Christeen never dates her diary entries, instead she uses her age: 17 years, 4 months and 1 week, which just so happens to be the first entry in this particular diary.

Author's Note
This story was spawned by a short story I scribbled down on paper one day (back in high school). There is also a novella version, but I thought I'd post this. A bit of whimsy and an attempt at a Diary style of writing.

Background (or how Christeen came to live with her Aunt Agatha)
When Christeen was 9 and her brother was 6, their parents were killed by a drunk driver. The accident happened right outside their home, while the children watched. They spent about year hopping foster homes, until their father’s sister was found. Aunt Agatha took them into her care, a bit begrudgingly. Not one for children she immediately hired Sarah to care for them. Three years later Ryan is diagnosed with a terminal illness. Sarah, in an effort to keep Christeen from completely introverting, began to take Christeen to the Renaissance Fair, to work, every weekend it’s running. Sarah worked there until she was hired to care for Ryan and Christeen. Aunt Agatha spared no expense for Ryan’s care, but in the end his illness claimed him at the age of 12.
While continuing to work the Renaissance has done wonders to restore Christeen’s sense of self; she still wonders if she’ll ever find lasting love.

This story has now been posted in its entirity :} Elorithryn 10/12/2009

updated Oct 12 '09 by Elorithryn