Princess Cordelias diary entries
Dear Diary,
Today is the day my father wants to divide his kingdom between my two sisters and me. No doubt he will want us to make some grand proclamation of love and devotion for him. No doubt my sisters will go above and beyond with their compliments and proclamations. No doubt that is exactly what father wants. But not me diary, I will not belittle myself by making grand gestures of love and admiration in front of fathers friends. I am above that, above the silly games and tricks my sisters use to gain our fathers trust and love. I doubt my sisters even truly love him. All they care about is money and power. I love our father, as every daughter should. I care for him and only want the best for him, but I fear his age is catching up to him and it is only a matter of time before his judgment becomes skewed as well. I fear I am the only one who truly loves and cares for him, but I will also be the first one he looses trust in. I pray it is not so. I will write tonight of the outcome of my fathers decision about the kingdom.
All my love, Cordelia
Good Evening Diary,
It has not been a very good evening for me. As you can imagine everything I wrote to you earlier came true. My fears answered. All because I refused to fake praise my father like my sisters did. I swear I should be one of father's fortunetellers with how well I saw this outcome coming. Let me tell you exactly what happened:
Father: "and you my darling Cordelia, tell me how does your love compare to that of your sisters?"
Me: "nothing"
Father: "nothing?"
Me: "nothing."
Father: "nothing will come of nothing, speak again!"
Me: "I love you father as every daughter should love their father, if I claimed to love you as much as my sisters claim then I wouldn't even need to look for a husband."
At that you can imagine, he becomes outraged, ranting and raving about how I am disloyal and how he has given me so much and I have no heart. A family friend, Kent, tries to intervene and bring my father to reason, but even he cannot make my father listen. He is so angry he bands Kent from our castle, and castes me aside to my suitors saying I am worthless and telling one of them to just take me. Can you fathom the heartache I felt in that moment? My own father casting me aside like a servant he no longer needs around. I am now beetroved to the king of France. I barely get to say goodbye to my good for nothing sisters. As I am being ushered away by my now soon to be husband I try and give my father warnings of what is to come of my sisters reign, by throwing in slight comments about how they don't truly love him and how they are blinded by my fathers riches and power to truly see what is best for him and the kingdom. I don't know how this could have a good outcome, but I am hopeful for the best. I have to remain hopeful or I fear I will sink into the despair I feel over loosing my father and my kingdom.
Talk again soon, Cordelia.
Dear Diary,
Being married to a person whom you had no choice in marrying is about as great as you can imagine. At least he isn't cruel. He's been kind since I've been here in my new "home" which is probably more than I deserve with the way I've been treating him and his servants. It's not that I don't like him diary he's a fine man, but I don't want to be here. I don't want to be married; I don't want to live in his castle. I want to be back home with my father and my sisters, no matter how awful they may be or how badly they've treated me. I want to rule my kingdom and make it prosper! Why doesn't anybody understand that! I just want what is best. No one cares diary, that's just it nobody cares about the person who has the good intentions. Well that is enough wallowing for now. I will talk to you again soon.
Hopeful, Cordelia
Dear Diary,
Something isn't right; I feel it in my heart. I know my sisters are planning something, they must be trying to harm father. I won't have it. I don't care what I have to do I will help him. I will not let them destroy the only good thing I know. I don't care how many armies or how many men. I will help you father. I swear by it.
Until then, Cordelia