The Governors Daughter
Prologue
The governors daughter. The was me, and hatefully so. A title that many young women dreamed of having, while I loathed it and wanted to be rid of it. Wanted to be freed from the gilded cage that it kept me locked in. I would eagerly and willing give it up for one day of freedom. One day where I could walk down the streets of Port George without two soldiers following and recording my every action. A day where all of my actions and words were not taken note of and then told to my father long before I even saw him. A day where I could be myself, the girl that I was forced to hide from everyone. A day where I could breath because I did not feel constrained and suffocated. A day where I made my own choices.
That was never even an option for me though. I was the governor's daughter. I was born into a title and a mold that I did not fit. A mold, that from my very conception, had my entire life laid out for me. I was forced to be the perfect pristine, upstanding young woman. A model for all of the others to live by. Forced to dress stylishly, always smile, and to surround myself only with people that would better my person.
I hated it. That was not the life that I wanted to live. To me that was not even a life. It was too planned. Too designed. Too deliberate. I wanted to dress however made me happy. I wanted to fraternize with people who would not better me socially, but would better my imagination. I wanted to fraternize with the men of the sea, the pirates. I wanted to hear all of their sea stories and let my mind wander and drift. I wanted to swordfight, curse, and drink rum. But most of all I wanted freedom, and the choice and opportunity to make my own life.
Prologue
The governors daughter. The was me, and hatefully so. A title that many young women dreamed of having, while I loathed it and wanted to be rid of it. Wanted to be freed from the gilded cage that it kept me locked in. I would eagerly and willing give it up for one day of freedom. One day where I could walk down the streets of Port George without two soldiers following and recording my every action. A day where all of my actions and words were not taken note of and then told to my father long before I even saw him. A day where I could be myself, the girl that I was forced to hide from everyone. A day where I could breath because I did not feel constrained and suffocated. A day where I made my own choices.
That was never even an option for me though. I was the governor's daughter. I was born into a title and a mold that I did not fit. A mold, that from my very conception, had my entire life laid out for me. I was forced to be the perfect pristine, upstanding young woman. A model for all of the others to live by. Forced to dress stylishly, always smile, and to surround myself only with people that would better my person.
I hated it. That was not the life that I wanted to live. To me that was not even a life. It was too planned. Too designed. Too deliberate. I wanted to dress however made me happy. I wanted to fraternize with people who would not better me socially, but would better my imagination. I wanted to fraternize with the men of the sea, the pirates. I wanted to hear all of their sea stories and let my mind wander and drift. I wanted to swordfight, curse, and drink rum. But most of all I wanted freedom, and the choice and opportunity to make my own life.