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March 31, 1872
The walls of this horrid castle must have ears. Or that little wench Sable loves to eavesdrop on the conversations my mother and I have! Oh, I cannot believe she would do such a thing! I did not find out until my father came barging in to my bedroom chamber for the first time in my life. Never had he set foot in the bedroom of mine until now. His face was red, and beads of sweat were dribbling down the side of his head. He looked at me, furious as he ordered Lita out. Lita gave me a look of concern, knowing that my father was about to bite my head off as she left the door. Then the door shut and my father began to scream at the top of his lungs, frightening me as I listened. "PRINCESS STEPHANIE MARIE MCMAHON!" He shouted, his voice booming throughout the entire castle. Never did he call me by my full name.
"Yes, Father?" I asked, my voice incredibly quiet. I was quite terrified at that moment.
"I have been hearing horrible things about you. Now, tell me. Who is this Christopher Jericho peasant that you seem to have your eye on?" He demanded to know, the veins popping out of his forehead as his tiny beads of perspiration fell to the stone floor of my bedroom.
"Father, I do not want to marry Kurt Angle! He is nothing but an annoying little worm! Please, Father! Do not make me marry him!" I begged, groveling to his feet. King Vince kicked me off, sending me back to the wall, where my back leaned against the cold concrete.
"Stephanie, you are to marry Kurt Angle. That is final. You are betrothed to him and you shall marry him. I will not change my mind. I am doing this for you, Stephanie." He told me, his voice very cold.
"I would rather have stones pelted at me than marry that wretched animal you call the Prince of Olympic Champions!" I told him, crossing my arms over my chest. I pouted, hoping that him seeing me would make him change his mind. I was wrong.
"You are to be wed to Prince Kurt. You will continue on in another royal family. If you ever did marry that simpleton Christopher Jericho, you would drag the royal McMahon family name in the same dirt his pathetic feet walk in. You would be considered a disgrace to this family." He explained, sternly. What I said next took him by surprise. It took me by surprise also. The next words that came out of my mouth were very impulsive.
"BUT I LOVE CHRISTOPHER, FATHER!" I yelled, my heart speaking before my mind could ever stop to think about it. My father's jaw dropped. King Vince was incredibly taken back by the words that shot out of my mouth like a cannonball.
"That's preposterous! Love? That's despicable! You do NOT know what love is! You are too young to know what love is. And besides, it would not matter if you loved Kurt or not. You are going to marry him."
"I DO NOT WANT TO MARRY KURT ANGLE!" I shouted, for what felt like the thousandth time that moment.
"You are a Princess. You are not going to wed a peasant boy from town. You are going to marry a Prince and that is my final decision. I am your father and I am going to be the one to make your decisions for you. When you get married, Prince Kurt will be the one to make your decisions for you. You have nothing to say. You will fulfill your duties as a wife. Do you understand, Princess?" He spoke with an angry tone in his voice, a tone that was so frightening, I got goose bumps just listening to him. The hair on the back of my neck was standing on end.
After he had scared me to death, he left. Lita entered again, telling me that she had been listening from the other side of the door with Funaki and Shane's archery instructor, Matt Hardy. "Oh, Lita! I just wish I was brave enough to really leave this castle and venture out to meet this love of mine!" I sighed, laying on my bed as Lita fanned me with some palm leaves.
"Princess, you can." She told me. I sat upright, my eyes growing wide.
"How?" I asked, completely excited.
"There is a festival tomorrow for the people in town. You can dress up, disguised as a peasant. But you have to be home by midnight. I will tell your father that you are off, visiting your soon to be husband, Prince Kurt Angle. I shall only be able to hold him off until midnight. Matt and Funaki have designed a way for you to leave the castle." Lita paused for a moment, watching as a smile appeared on my face. She then continued. "Matt is scheduled to give Prince Shane an archery lesson after breakfast tomorrow. You can leave after breakfast because Shane is always the last one to leave the table. Matt will let you out by the back gate, and Funaki will let you in at midnight. Please, be careful Princess. If we are caught, we all may be put to death. And it is even worse for you. Your wedding with Prince Kurt Angle may be moved closer because your father will not trust you." My trustworthy servant explained to me. The next thing I did was leap up and wrap my arms around Lita, hugging her.
"Oh, thank you ever so much, Lita! You are such an angel! I wish there was some way I could repay you." I gushed. Lita had a little twinkle in her eye.
"Oh, Princess. I beg of something, but I am too shy to ask." She replied.
"Anything, my faithful friend!"
"I beg of you to ask your father to give Matt and I a day away from our duties so we can have a picnic by the town pond." She told me. I clapped my hands to my heart.
"Do you love this Matt?" I asked. Lita nodded, a smile appearing on her face as she did so.
"Yes, I do! I really do! I adore him." She answered.
"Then I shall do as you ask." I, Princess Stephanie McMahon, vowed.
March 31, 1872
The walls of this horrid castle must have ears. Or that little wench Sable loves to eavesdrop on the conversations my mother and I have! Oh, I cannot believe she would do such a thing! I did not find out until my father came barging in to my bedroom chamber for the first time in my life. Never had he set foot in the bedroom of mine until now. His face was red, and beads of sweat were dribbling down the side of his head. He looked at me, furious as he ordered Lita out. Lita gave me a look of concern, knowing that my father was about to bite my head off as she left the door. Then the door shut and my father began to scream at the top of his lungs, frightening me as I listened. "PRINCESS STEPHANIE MARIE MCMAHON!" He shouted, his voice booming throughout the entire castle. Never did he call me by my full name.
"Yes, Father?" I asked, my voice incredibly quiet. I was quite terrified at that moment.
"I have been hearing horrible things about you. Now, tell me. Who is this Christopher Jericho peasant that you seem to have your eye on?" He demanded to know, the veins popping out of his forehead as his tiny beads of perspiration fell to the stone floor of my bedroom.
"Father, I do not want to marry Kurt Angle! He is nothing but an annoying little worm! Please, Father! Do not make me marry him!" I begged, groveling to his feet. King Vince kicked me off, sending me back to the wall, where my back leaned against the cold concrete.
"Stephanie, you are to marry Kurt Angle. That is final. You are betrothed to him and you shall marry him. I will not change my mind. I am doing this for you, Stephanie." He told me, his voice very cold.
"I would rather have stones pelted at me than marry that wretched animal you call the Prince of Olympic Champions!" I told him, crossing my arms over my chest. I pouted, hoping that him seeing me would make him change his mind. I was wrong.
"You are to be wed to Prince Kurt. You will continue on in another royal family. If you ever did marry that simpleton Christopher Jericho, you would drag the royal McMahon family name in the same dirt his pathetic feet walk in. You would be considered a disgrace to this family." He explained, sternly. What I said next took him by surprise. It took me by surprise also. The next words that came out of my mouth were very impulsive.
"BUT I LOVE CHRISTOPHER, FATHER!" I yelled, my heart speaking before my mind could ever stop to think about it. My father's jaw dropped. King Vince was incredibly taken back by the words that shot out of my mouth like a cannonball.
"That's preposterous! Love? That's despicable! You do NOT know what love is! You are too young to know what love is. And besides, it would not matter if you loved Kurt or not. You are going to marry him."
"I DO NOT WANT TO MARRY KURT ANGLE!" I shouted, for what felt like the thousandth time that moment.
"You are a Princess. You are not going to wed a peasant boy from town. You are going to marry a Prince and that is my final decision. I am your father and I am going to be the one to make your decisions for you. When you get married, Prince Kurt will be the one to make your decisions for you. You have nothing to say. You will fulfill your duties as a wife. Do you understand, Princess?" He spoke with an angry tone in his voice, a tone that was so frightening, I got goose bumps just listening to him. The hair on the back of my neck was standing on end.
After he had scared me to death, he left. Lita entered again, telling me that she had been listening from the other side of the door with Funaki and Shane's archery instructor, Matt Hardy. "Oh, Lita! I just wish I was brave enough to really leave this castle and venture out to meet this love of mine!" I sighed, laying on my bed as Lita fanned me with some palm leaves.
"Princess, you can." She told me. I sat upright, my eyes growing wide.
"How?" I asked, completely excited.
"There is a festival tomorrow for the people in town. You can dress up, disguised as a peasant. But you have to be home by midnight. I will tell your father that you are off, visiting your soon to be husband, Prince Kurt Angle. I shall only be able to hold him off until midnight. Matt and Funaki have designed a way for you to leave the castle." Lita paused for a moment, watching as a smile appeared on my face. She then continued. "Matt is scheduled to give Prince Shane an archery lesson after breakfast tomorrow. You can leave after breakfast because Shane is always the last one to leave the table. Matt will let you out by the back gate, and Funaki will let you in at midnight. Please, be careful Princess. If we are caught, we all may be put to death. And it is even worse for you. Your wedding with Prince Kurt Angle may be moved closer because your father will not trust you." My trustworthy servant explained to me. The next thing I did was leap up and wrap my arms around Lita, hugging her.
"Oh, thank you ever so much, Lita! You are such an angel! I wish there was some way I could repay you." I gushed. Lita had a little twinkle in her eye.
"Oh, Princess. I beg of something, but I am too shy to ask." She replied.
"Anything, my faithful friend!"
"I beg of you to ask your father to give Matt and I a day away from our duties so we can have a picnic by the town pond." She told me. I clapped my hands to my heart.
"Do you love this Matt?" I asked. Lita nodded, a smile appearing on her face as she did so.
"Yes, I do! I really do! I adore him." She answered.
"Then I shall do as you ask." I, Princess Stephanie McMahon, vowed.