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April 5, 1872
Yesterday was the most horrible day I have ever had in my life. It started off bad, and ended even worse. That morning, I was to go and visit Kurt Angle after breakfast. I dreaded the whole idea so much, that I did not even eat that much at breakfast time. My stomach was doing somersaults as I was getting dressed. Father insisted that I went to Kurt's castle in my best dress, even though I wanted to go in the ragged clothing I had worn to meet Christopher at the festival. As Lita was dressing me, she was going on and on about how she couldn't wait to spend the day with Matt after I had left. I could not help, but want to scream at her. I was doing her such a large favor by suffering under the wrath of Kurt Angle and all she could talk about was how excited she was to be with Matt! Oh well, I guess I should be happy for her. At least one of us gets to spend the day with somebody they actually like.
I was placed in a carriage and taken away to Hell, also known as the land of Olympic Champions. I felt like jumping out of the carriage and running in to the village to see Christopher. I had to contain myself as I rode through the village. I spotted Christopher helping his Father bring a few things to the market. I peeked out the window, hiding behind a curtain. Christopher looked up and saw my eyes. He had a look on his face, as if he was thinking about who I was or something like that. I quickly hid, for he must not know that I am a Princess, instead of an ordinary citizen.
When I arrived at Kurt Angle's castle, I was greeted by his Mother and Father. "Prince Kurt is in his room." His Mother stated as I gave her a false smile and headed down the corridor. After going down hall after hall and climbing a staircase, I finally arrived at Prince Kurt's bedroom door. Completely dreading having to do so, I gave the door a small knock.
"Come in!" Kurt called from the other side. When I opened the door, I found him laying on his bed, with his hands folded behind his head. He had a cocky smile on his face. "Good morning, my lovely." He said, his voice as sleazy as ever. I just wanted to vomit right then and there.
"Hello Kurt." I greeted, grinding my teeth together to keep from wanting to bite his head off.
"Care to join me?" asked Prince Kurt, patting an empty spot on his bed with a devious grin on his face. I shook my head and seated myself on a chair across the room. With my hands folded in my lap, I replied,
"No thank you." The next thing he said really got me worked up. I wanted to run out of the castle when he said,
"We will be married soon. We are going to have to sleep in the same bed anyways." I could not believe my ears. Was he really insisting that we would engage in such activity? I did not even want to marry him! My temper was rising as I jumped up and began to yell at him.
"EXCUSE ME, BUT I DO NOT EVEN WANT TO MARRY YOU, LET ALONE SLEEP WITH YOU! KURT ANGLE, I DO NOT KNOW IF YOU HAVE NOTICED, BUT I DESPISE YOU WITH EVERYTHING I HAVE!" His reaction? A smile.
"Oh, my dear Stephanie. You really have to learn to control that temper of yours when we are married." That rat told me.
"Do you not understand that I am saying, Kurt? I do not want to marry you!"
"It does not matter what you want. Your Father, King Vince McMahon of World Wrestling Entertainment, has signed a betrothal contract for you and I to be wed in a matter of months." Kurt explained. I wanted to yank my hair out as his annoying voice got through my mind. I could not believe that nobody cared what I wanted. Not even the stupid jerk Kurt Angle cared about me.
The rest of the visit was miserable. Simply miserable. As I was coming home in the carriage, I began to wonder. Did people really care about my feelings? Or was I to be stomped all over, like the ground we walk on? Surely, my Father did not care about my feelings. He had forbid me to see Christopher, and is making me marry that weasel Prince Kurt Angle. Kurt certainly did not care for me, as I had found out that day. My life seemed hopeless, for I was supposed to be run by two men during my entire life. My Father and my soon-to-be husband, Prince Kurt Angle.
April 15, 1872
For the past week and so, I have been bombarded with wedding preparations. A dress maker from halfway around the world came to the castle two days ago and took my measurements. I had not been able to escape until now. Menus are being prepared and the castle is being cleaned. Prince Kurt is supposed to arrive for another visit in two days. This time, he is bringing his family with him. My Father has ordered for everything to be spotless. Late at night, I cry myself to sleep because I am so unhappy. I have not been able to even get a glimpse of Christopher for days. Maybe he has forgotten about me and has moved on to another girl in the village, one who is not secretly a Princess. Some days, I just wish I was normal.
April 5, 1872
Yesterday was the most horrible day I have ever had in my life. It started off bad, and ended even worse. That morning, I was to go and visit Kurt Angle after breakfast. I dreaded the whole idea so much, that I did not even eat that much at breakfast time. My stomach was doing somersaults as I was getting dressed. Father insisted that I went to Kurt's castle in my best dress, even though I wanted to go in the ragged clothing I had worn to meet Christopher at the festival. As Lita was dressing me, she was going on and on about how she couldn't wait to spend the day with Matt after I had left. I could not help, but want to scream at her. I was doing her such a large favor by suffering under the wrath of Kurt Angle and all she could talk about was how excited she was to be with Matt! Oh well, I guess I should be happy for her. At least one of us gets to spend the day with somebody they actually like.
I was placed in a carriage and taken away to Hell, also known as the land of Olympic Champions. I felt like jumping out of the carriage and running in to the village to see Christopher. I had to contain myself as I rode through the village. I spotted Christopher helping his Father bring a few things to the market. I peeked out the window, hiding behind a curtain. Christopher looked up and saw my eyes. He had a look on his face, as if he was thinking about who I was or something like that. I quickly hid, for he must not know that I am a Princess, instead of an ordinary citizen.
When I arrived at Kurt Angle's castle, I was greeted by his Mother and Father. "Prince Kurt is in his room." His Mother stated as I gave her a false smile and headed down the corridor. After going down hall after hall and climbing a staircase, I finally arrived at Prince Kurt's bedroom door. Completely dreading having to do so, I gave the door a small knock.
"Come in!" Kurt called from the other side. When I opened the door, I found him laying on his bed, with his hands folded behind his head. He had a cocky smile on his face. "Good morning, my lovely." He said, his voice as sleazy as ever. I just wanted to vomit right then and there.
"Hello Kurt." I greeted, grinding my teeth together to keep from wanting to bite his head off.
"Care to join me?" asked Prince Kurt, patting an empty spot on his bed with a devious grin on his face. I shook my head and seated myself on a chair across the room. With my hands folded in my lap, I replied,
"No thank you." The next thing he said really got me worked up. I wanted to run out of the castle when he said,
"We will be married soon. We are going to have to sleep in the same bed anyways." I could not believe my ears. Was he really insisting that we would engage in such activity? I did not even want to marry him! My temper was rising as I jumped up and began to yell at him.
"EXCUSE ME, BUT I DO NOT EVEN WANT TO MARRY YOU, LET ALONE SLEEP WITH YOU! KURT ANGLE, I DO NOT KNOW IF YOU HAVE NOTICED, BUT I DESPISE YOU WITH EVERYTHING I HAVE!" His reaction? A smile.
"Oh, my dear Stephanie. You really have to learn to control that temper of yours when we are married." That rat told me.
"Do you not understand that I am saying, Kurt? I do not want to marry you!"
"It does not matter what you want. Your Father, King Vince McMahon of World Wrestling Entertainment, has signed a betrothal contract for you and I to be wed in a matter of months." Kurt explained. I wanted to yank my hair out as his annoying voice got through my mind. I could not believe that nobody cared what I wanted. Not even the stupid jerk Kurt Angle cared about me.
The rest of the visit was miserable. Simply miserable. As I was coming home in the carriage, I began to wonder. Did people really care about my feelings? Or was I to be stomped all over, like the ground we walk on? Surely, my Father did not care about my feelings. He had forbid me to see Christopher, and is making me marry that weasel Prince Kurt Angle. Kurt certainly did not care for me, as I had found out that day. My life seemed hopeless, for I was supposed to be run by two men during my entire life. My Father and my soon-to-be husband, Prince Kurt Angle.
April 15, 1872
For the past week and so, I have been bombarded with wedding preparations. A dress maker from halfway around the world came to the castle two days ago and took my measurements. I had not been able to escape until now. Menus are being prepared and the castle is being cleaned. Prince Kurt is supposed to arrive for another visit in two days. This time, he is bringing his family with him. My Father has ordered for everything to be spotless. Late at night, I cry myself to sleep because I am so unhappy. I have not been able to even get a glimpse of Christopher for days. Maybe he has forgotten about me and has moved on to another girl in the village, one who is not secretly a Princess. Some days, I just wish I was normal.