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April 20, 1872
More and more wedding preparations. Things continue to get worse and worse as I miss seeing Christopher more and more. I wonder if he saw me from the carriage. Or perhaps he has already forgotten and moved on to another girl, a girl who has the time for him. A more simple girl. I hate being a Princess! I may be the only Princess in the world who thinks that way, but I do not care. It is no fair that the boy I am in love with isn't royalty. This is all my wretched Father's fault. Tomorrow I am set to have my portrait painted to send to Prince Kurt Angle. I wish I could dip my head in the feces of a horse and then have my portrait painted. Kurt Angle does not deserve to see me in a beautiful gown. I know one thing is for sure, I will not be smiling in the portrait. I do not care if my Father threatens to throw me in the castle's dungeon and make me eat rats. I will not smile for my portrait. Kurt Angle is not deserving of my smile.
April 21,1872
The portrait is underway. I was awoken at the crack of dawn to get dressed. The court's painter, William Regal, was to arrive in a few hours. William Regal is one of the finest painters around, but I would rather have a mere child paint my picture. I was completely against getting dressed, even though Lita tried her best to be kind with me and tolerated my screaming and whining. After about a half an hour of complaining, I finally agreed to get dressed. I was put in to a a corset that wound so tightly around my body that I could scarcely breathe. After being wound up so tightly, I was forced in to a blue lace and silk dress. The blue was the color of the sky and the dress was embroided with flowers, such as roses, lillies and tulips. Lita applied color to my face. White powder covered my face, along with rogue on my cheeks and my lips. I looked absolutely horrible. I hate wearing cosmetics. They make my skin itchy and are incredibly difficult to take off.
The preparing for the portrait was completed and I entered the library, where William Regal was setting up his easel and canvas. I greeted him with a weak smile. His assistant, a man by the name of Eugene, rushed over to me and placed a fan in my hands. He instructed me to use it to cover my face. Thank God, because that meant that I did not have to smile. Gladly, I fanned it out and placed it over my mouth. "Smile." William Regal instructed. Instead of obeying his orders, I just kept a straight face. In fact, I imagined Eugene and William to be Prince Kurt Angle and glared for the portrait. A bit disappointed, William started to paint. Maybe Kurt will not want to marry me if he sees me glaring in the portrait.
Author's Note: Sorry about the short chapter...I'm trying to fan out the story, so it's not a short amount of chapters!