Shadows of the Night

(Preface)

It 'tis 1465 England, I read. And I have no idea as to what could be happening downstairs at this moment. I hear so much banging and yelling, that it has even terrified my little Beagle puppy, Rosie. Maybe the villagers have had an outburst again. As I look at my calendar, I realize it 'tis also the twenty-third day of the ninth month. So close to my sixteenth birthday, and then I shall be betrothed to thy Prince Ralph.

I stopped reading right there. But not only because the rest of the page was torn off. But because this was too much for me to handle. To even think of her being with another, it hurt. It isn't the fifteenth century now. In fact, its 2008, Los Angeles, CA. and as I've said before it hurts to think that she ever could've been held by another man. But to understand my pain, I must first tell you hers.