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March 30, 1872
Eleven days later and I am still betrothed to that rat, Kurt Angle. I have spent the past eleven days locked up in my father's chamber; begging and begging for him to throw the betrothal contract out in to the sewers. I even offered to do it for him, but he did not give in. I wish I could turn back time and make sure Kurt never visited the palace. That little piece of scum has ruined my life by visiting and he's going to ruin my life even more when I have to marry him! Oh, how I just want to chop his head off!
I do come bearing better news though. After I was carried off to my own bedroom chamber by my father's two guards, Batista and Big Show for the thousandth time, I just decided to give up for a while and stay in my room. I sure am thankful I did. Once again, I was looking out my window. Gazing out at the town turned in to my new favorite hobby, for it makes me so happy to see the ordinary people. I wish I could go out there and talk to them, but if my father or brother even found me doing so, I would be beheaded in an instant. As I was looking out, my eyes set their sights on that boy I had seen a few weeks ago. My heart skipped a beat as I saw his golden hair shine in the light of the sun. My world had come to a complete stop the moment I saw him look up at his father and grin. Oh, that smile! It makes my heart melt.
I finally found out his name also. I heard it as his father called him, wanting him to quicken his walking pace. His father shouted, "Hurry, Christopher! You do not want people to think us Jericho men are slow." His name is Christopher Jericho and he is the boy I want to marry, not that stupid Prince, Kurt Angle.
Drat, somebody is knocking on my door.
Later
The knock on my door was from my mother, Queen Linda. She invited me to go walking with her in the garden. We headed out, silent for a moment. Out of nowhere, she then asked, "Stephanie, are you happy?"
"With that, Mother?" I questioned, not completely understanding what she meant.
"With the fact that you are to wed Kurt Angle in a matter of less than three months, that is what I mean." She replied. The name 'Kurt Angle' made me gag. Just hearing his name made me sick. How ever could I be able to live with being married to him?
"What do you think, Mother? Of course, I'm not happy! I don't want to marry Prince Kurt. I want to marry someone else." I said, clapping my hands to my heart as my mind drifted off to dreamland. I was thinking about Christopher Jericho, the man my father would truly forbid me to marry.
"And who is this other boy?" My mother had a small smile on her face as she saw the dreamy expression I had on my face.
"His name is Christopher Jericho." I told her as we took a seat on the stone bench underneath an arch of roses. At first, my mother went silent. She looked to be pondering strongly about something. The look on her face was confusion as she glanced over at me.
"That name doesn't sound familiar. What kingdom is he from?"
"He isn't from any kingdom, Mother. He lives right here in town."
I saw my mother's eyes go wide as she gasped. "Do you mean, he is a peasant?" She questioned, not really believing what I had just told her. I nodded, not saying anything. I just let my face do the speaking, as I had a smile on my face. I could feel my heart racing as I thought about Christopher once again, imagining his beautiful smile.
"Where have you seen him?" My mother asked next.
"I see him many times whenever I look out my window. Oh, he has the most gorgeous smile! He is nothing like that ugly Kurt Angle, who annoys me more than anything in this world. He goes to the market everyday with his father, helping him. He's a good worker, unlike that lazy Prince Kurt Angle. Mother, I do not want to marry Kurt Angle! I want to marry Christopher Jericho!" I exclaimed, not even caring who heard. My mother looked at me, as if I was crazy. Sure, we had planned some wild dreams together, but this was nothing like just wanting to touch peasant soil.
"Stephanie, you know that marrying this boy will be impossible! You are betrothed to Prince Kurt Angle of Olympic Champions. You have to marry him." My mother told me, bringing me back in to reality. I pouted, my head falling. I stared down at the ground.
"I do not want to marry Kurt Angle! Why is Father doing this to me? He is torturing me by making me do this!" I cried, truly angry. I felt as if somebody had just lit up a fire inside of my body. I wanted to burst out and strangle my father.
"He just wants the best for you, my dear." My mother told me, her voice going quiet.
"How is marrying Kurt the best for me?" I questioned, the tears welling up in my eyes. I knew they were going to fall soon.
"Stephanie, you may not love him, but we are a royal family. Love does not matter in our marriages. I did not love your father when I married him. I do not love your father right now. I am just married to him because my father wanted me to marry him. I wanted to marry somebody else too, somebody I was in love with. It just cannot happen because we are not peasants. We are royalty. You cannot get what you want in this situation. Your father wants you to carry on being royal, and that is why you have to wed Prince Kurt. That is why you cannot marry Christopher Jericho. If your father ever found out that you want to marry him, do you know how horrible the consequences would be? He would lock you up in the prison. You would not be fed. You would truly be treated like the dirt on the ground and he would not care for you." My mother explained, tears welling up in her eyes also as she watched the tears fall from my eyes and down my face. I just stared at my mother, both of us having tears running down our faces. My lips began to tremble as I leaped in to my mother's open arms. I leaned my head on her shoulder and cried.
I sit here in my room, my eyes red and puffy from the tears. I try not to think about Christopher, for thinking about him makes me weep even more. I have to live my life, about to wed Kurt Angle. What a hell that is going to be.
March 30, 1872
Eleven days later and I am still betrothed to that rat, Kurt Angle. I have spent the past eleven days locked up in my father's chamber; begging and begging for him to throw the betrothal contract out in to the sewers. I even offered to do it for him, but he did not give in. I wish I could turn back time and make sure Kurt never visited the palace. That little piece of scum has ruined my life by visiting and he's going to ruin my life even more when I have to marry him! Oh, how I just want to chop his head off!
I do come bearing better news though. After I was carried off to my own bedroom chamber by my father's two guards, Batista and Big Show for the thousandth time, I just decided to give up for a while and stay in my room. I sure am thankful I did. Once again, I was looking out my window. Gazing out at the town turned in to my new favorite hobby, for it makes me so happy to see the ordinary people. I wish I could go out there and talk to them, but if my father or brother even found me doing so, I would be beheaded in an instant. As I was looking out, my eyes set their sights on that boy I had seen a few weeks ago. My heart skipped a beat as I saw his golden hair shine in the light of the sun. My world had come to a complete stop the moment I saw him look up at his father and grin. Oh, that smile! It makes my heart melt.
I finally found out his name also. I heard it as his father called him, wanting him to quicken his walking pace. His father shouted, "Hurry, Christopher! You do not want people to think us Jericho men are slow." His name is Christopher Jericho and he is the boy I want to marry, not that stupid Prince, Kurt Angle.
Drat, somebody is knocking on my door.
Later
The knock on my door was from my mother, Queen Linda. She invited me to go walking with her in the garden. We headed out, silent for a moment. Out of nowhere, she then asked, "Stephanie, are you happy?"
"With that, Mother?" I questioned, not completely understanding what she meant.
"With the fact that you are to wed Kurt Angle in a matter of less than three months, that is what I mean." She replied. The name 'Kurt Angle' made me gag. Just hearing his name made me sick. How ever could I be able to live with being married to him?
"What do you think, Mother? Of course, I'm not happy! I don't want to marry Prince Kurt. I want to marry someone else." I said, clapping my hands to my heart as my mind drifted off to dreamland. I was thinking about Christopher Jericho, the man my father would truly forbid me to marry.
"And who is this other boy?" My mother had a small smile on her face as she saw the dreamy expression I had on my face.
"His name is Christopher Jericho." I told her as we took a seat on the stone bench underneath an arch of roses. At first, my mother went silent. She looked to be pondering strongly about something. The look on her face was confusion as she glanced over at me.
"That name doesn't sound familiar. What kingdom is he from?"
"He isn't from any kingdom, Mother. He lives right here in town."
I saw my mother's eyes go wide as she gasped. "Do you mean, he is a peasant?" She questioned, not really believing what I had just told her. I nodded, not saying anything. I just let my face do the speaking, as I had a smile on my face. I could feel my heart racing as I thought about Christopher once again, imagining his beautiful smile.
"Where have you seen him?" My mother asked next.
"I see him many times whenever I look out my window. Oh, he has the most gorgeous smile! He is nothing like that ugly Kurt Angle, who annoys me more than anything in this world. He goes to the market everyday with his father, helping him. He's a good worker, unlike that lazy Prince Kurt Angle. Mother, I do not want to marry Kurt Angle! I want to marry Christopher Jericho!" I exclaimed, not even caring who heard. My mother looked at me, as if I was crazy. Sure, we had planned some wild dreams together, but this was nothing like just wanting to touch peasant soil.
"Stephanie, you know that marrying this boy will be impossible! You are betrothed to Prince Kurt Angle of Olympic Champions. You have to marry him." My mother told me, bringing me back in to reality. I pouted, my head falling. I stared down at the ground.
"I do not want to marry Kurt Angle! Why is Father doing this to me? He is torturing me by making me do this!" I cried, truly angry. I felt as if somebody had just lit up a fire inside of my body. I wanted to burst out and strangle my father.
"He just wants the best for you, my dear." My mother told me, her voice going quiet.
"How is marrying Kurt the best for me?" I questioned, the tears welling up in my eyes. I knew they were going to fall soon.
"Stephanie, you may not love him, but we are a royal family. Love does not matter in our marriages. I did not love your father when I married him. I do not love your father right now. I am just married to him because my father wanted me to marry him. I wanted to marry somebody else too, somebody I was in love with. It just cannot happen because we are not peasants. We are royalty. You cannot get what you want in this situation. Your father wants you to carry on being royal, and that is why you have to wed Prince Kurt. That is why you cannot marry Christopher Jericho. If your father ever found out that you want to marry him, do you know how horrible the consequences would be? He would lock you up in the prison. You would not be fed. You would truly be treated like the dirt on the ground and he would not care for you." My mother explained, tears welling up in her eyes also as she watched the tears fall from my eyes and down my face. I just stared at my mother, both of us having tears running down our faces. My lips began to tremble as I leaped in to my mother's open arms. I leaned my head on her shoulder and cried.
I sit here in my room, my eyes red and puffy from the tears. I try not to think about Christopher, for thinking about him makes me weep even more. I have to live my life, about to wed Kurt Angle. What a hell that is going to be.