My name is Kellthena (kell-then-a) rose Diana tropp, Kelly for short. I am fifteen and currently about 120 llb. I have really long light brown hair with blue streaked bangs. I have extremely dark blue eyes I have genetically reseved from my mother. My parents are very important people. My father: Philippe Jerald gorge thropp III, king of a small country no ones ever heard of – magnolia. My mother: Diana Nicolet rose thropp, was the princess of the slightly bigger country a thousands a pon thousands of miles to the left of magnolia. Married my father, at the age of sixteen and became the queen of magnolia and ended a ten year war. Something my parents are forcing me to do. My nurse maid – a small orphaned woman who has been taking care of me since my birth. Is beyond excided for me, she keeps telling me that it's just like the fairy tales she use to read to me as a child. I'm already a princess, what more of a fairy tale do I need? I have yet to meet this so called prince. Rosegret (rose-a-greet), this prince's escort has told me nothing but good news. Telling me how dedicated he is to his country and his people, how noble and charming he is – always stops for a lady, how brilliant he is – passing all of his studies with little effort. As you can tell already I care little for this 'man', I'm not like regular princess. I have a brain, i have plans for my own country – the one I was born in. the one I heard my nurse-maid talk about, I have no future plans for this betonilya (bet-on-lee-a). But because I am a princess and I do have princessily duties, I must marry this 'man' and 'end' a non existent war between our countries. Once married I will have less then a year to produce an heir, I'm fifteen. I meet the soon to be husband and father of my first child at high noon, under my mother's beloved roses. In full view of my parents bedroom and my mother's dressing room. My nurse-maid has managed the impossible and tied my long light brown hair into a decent tight braided bun hiding my blue streaked bangs. She smile and glows with accomplishment, I hug her – unlady like tears running down my just made-up face. She hugs me tightly and I can tell this is just as hard for her as it is for me, she considers me her daughter. And as I've learned it hard to see a mother watches her baby leave the nest. She still crying as she ties me into my best itchy dress, we hug for the last time as I'm escorted to the spot were I'll no longer be called Kellthena rose Diana tropp princess of magnolia but Kellthena rose Diana thionall (this-ton-all) princess of Betonilya. My least favorite guard is watching me, waiting for my parents and to be released from is duties