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April 30, 1872
At last, the wretched portrait has been finished and sent over to Prince Kurt Angle's castle. Last night as I was getting dressed for bed, I gazed out my window and the world came to a complete halt. There Christopher Jericho was, high on a gleaming pedestal. Actually, he was perched on a roof, helping a man thatch it. Just as I spent too long staring at him, he happened to look up from his work and see me. We locked eyes for a moment, but then I turned away. I wish I could continue to stare at him, but I was summoned to bed. Lita came in to my bedroom chamber, drawing the curtains shut. Before she could get out and close the door, I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back in to the room. After we were quite sure that nobody was eavsdropping on us, I began to whisper. "I cannot stand this anymore, Lita! If I don't meet up with Christopher again, I think I'm going to go insane!"
"Your highness, it is too risky to do such a thing once again! There is no way we can execute such a devious plan when we have already done it. I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do." Her hazel eyes fell as she reported the bad news to me. I frowned. I yearned to see Christopher again and just have a pleasant conversation. The silence between us was even more enjoyable than spending an hour with Kurt Angle. I was doomed. There was nothing that could be done. I didn't want to suffer like this anymore. I just wished that I wasn't royalty and that I could roam free in the streets, as a simple peasant. It felt so good to just escape the castle and walk amongst the common folk. I would give an arm and a leg to do it all again. Lita could sense the sadness filling up my soul as she placed her hand softly on my arm and sat me down on my bed. "I'm sorry, your highness. Nothing can be done." She softly apologized.
"Nothing?" I questioned once again, hope in my voice. I thought, maybe something can be done. Lita shook her head, my hopes crashing down.
"Everything is just simply out of the question. The only solution would be for you to run away permanently and live your life disguised as a peasant. But that is just atrocious! I mean, who would ever think of doing such a thing?" Lita pointed out, chuckling a bit. It was as if somebody had smacked me across the back of the head with a frying pan. I had the most brilliant idea!
"That's it!" I exclaimed, quickly covering my mouth so nobody would rush to the room and try to find out what happened.
"What's it?" asked Lita, a bit puzzled at my sudden burst of excitement.
"I could do exactly that. I could run away and live on the streets, disguised as a peasant! It is the only way that I can spend my whole life with Christopher Jericho. I am going to do it, Lita! I am!" I replied cheerfully. My smile could not be erased from my face. Lita was astonished. Her jaw had dropped to the ground.
"Princess Stephanie, I was just kidding! I didn't mean it. Please, your highness. Reconsider. You can't escape the castle and live on the streets. It will kill you." She told me. I shook my head. Sometimes I was just too stubborn to listen to other people.
"I'd rather be killed than married to that ugly creep Kurt Angle. I'm going to run away, Lita. I'm going to pack up what I need and run away. Are you going to help me or not?" I asked her, my eyebrows raised.
May 2, 1872
The following people who are involved in my escape are as follows: Lita, who finally gave in to my constant begging and is helping me pack my belongings secretly at night. I cannot bring everything along with me, for most of my things are items of royalty and that would be sure to give away my secret. Matt Hardy, my brother's archery teacher and Lita's love, has been taking my packed belongings and hiding them under a bush in the park. I plan to escape before dawn in a week, where I will rush to the park and retrieve my things. Last, but not least, is Funaki. Him and I have been planning many different escape routes, just in case one doesn't work. I hate to keep this all from my Mother, but if I told her, I knew that my Father would find out and have his guards carry me out and either have me married to Kurt Angle, or beheaded. Frankly, I'd rather be beheaded. I will safely tuck you, my diary, in to the small bag I will carry with me on my journey, filled with a few essentials. It will be a whole new life for me, but I will do whatever it takes to get to my love.