This story is mine.

A diary long ago.

10 June, 5 days before proclamation.

I remember Irrinalda my dearest friend, she has a nice golden locks flowing at her back, she dresses so beautifully that I envy her. There will always be young boys who liked to talk to her. She is charming as well as cunning her wits are sharp and she played a harp.

I remember Wilburton he is ever so polite he might be the serious guy and take responsibility seriously but he is never boring. Some said he is the best in his class and on top of many other clubs. He would gladly help you out if ever you need help.

I remember Diana, she laugh so loud that it fill a whole house... some said it is not polite for a lady even for her age to be as vulgar as to laugh like that. Last I saw her she have a rather short hair, blue eyes and a wide smile. A very good friend and seem to be the only person who understand me.

I remember Ducell, a cute girl. But she is a very strong girl indeed she wise beyond her height (hehehe, as she is very short and very sensitive about it). People think that she is docile but really she is not. She a klutz in so many ways

I remember Pierre, the ever so charming and ever so vain…but this said my nanny a sign of great leadership. Since when is it a sign of leadership! It is best Pierre do not hear of this... or I’ll never hear the end of it (which never existed).

But really said nanny surely they will change! It had been 8 years since last I saw them. By now a lot of things changes… the unity that we once experience when there was a celebration on my brother’s taking his place after my father’s death to be the next king. The celebration lasts about a month. Enough for a tomboy (as my nanny would say) able to meet some friends (who are also forced to come from distant places to celebrate).

It was a jolly occasion where there is to be ball every night and for us kids reading our lesson. Due to this boring task we had made a pack to keep the tutor busy so that we could have the celebration at least a mare celebration and grab the opportunity of making friends. So we fixed madam Mavis to Monsieur Gerald. A perfect couple I dare say. She is a mathematic tutor while he is our literature professor. And when we made them talk we are not surprised when both find each other enchanting. While the couples talk or rather leave us with our work we will take out or games (of course after introducing each other and all) and played until our two tutor came. That is how I meet my friends.

And when the last night of the ball we begged that the visit would continue (although at first neighter one of them was eager to come to Bothsbane). But no matter what, their fathers and mothers or chaperones are greatly important people of their countries and they must make a move so as to attend the daily duties of their countries.

So we said good byes with Wilburton and Pierre, I shake hands and I was about to do the same to the other girls but they hug me. Tears that I never thought would fall, fallen to the ground. A very beautiful start of our relationship. I dare say. 

We keep in contact for that first few years. But my nanny said it would be difficult soon as each of them will have their own lives to attend to and so they did have their own lives to attend to and we did lost contact.

Last I heard Ducell had intensive dancing lesion in order to get a fine suitor in the future, Irrinalda is learning archery, Diana is learning her books, Wilburton is trained to be a great leader and Pierre is put in too an all knights training school, whatever that means and as for me…the tomboy is into a dreadful fate!

The worst of it kinds. I am to be king. No. to be queen. At 16! How abominable! If only William could walk and could talk again…oh William. But my nanny was rather funny when she said it would soon be my proclamation and I would be given a fine robe one that would do me justice. A dress that would enhance my beautiful figure rather than hide it. She said I would now have to think really seriously of my silly behaviour and started to remember what Madame maxis had taught me of good graces. Oh I cannot take it any more…I laugh and laugh and laugh it is funny. They are all making fun of me, why is this happening to me. the only thing that kept me going and to make me happy with all of this charade is the thought of meeting my childhood friends again…if they still remember how I looked and me to them…I shall never missed to invite each one of them even till the end of the world (I dare say I do not want to meet the end of the world and experience a great fall). But even being happy for meeting them is un appropriate I think as it is still to early for me to celebrate even when its already a year since my brother got his disease. Wait a minute…I am to be a queen, no way! I would have to take care of all the whole country! My why did my nanny forget about that. And to think I still call her nanny! She is to be the lady in waiting now…she waits for me! Why and why again is this happening to me! Oh William.

16 May. A month a go before proclamation.

It was dreadful! So dreadful. William was a very young king…he is still 15 when he become king and now….this is so dreadful…so very dreadful. I cannot stop crying and this paper is getting soggy for me to write. But as a diary and my final confidante I will try to say everything…everything…for you everything…I can’t start this…this is too painful.

17 may

A letter came today from Diana, she send her gratitude. She wrote…

Dear Eleanor,

I heard that your brother is broken after going on a long journey. What had happened? Did he fell? I heard that he cannot walk and cannot talk, he is said to be sleeping, but not dead. How is that?  This is a very odd thing. You must have thought my letter is only to seek out a sensational story. But no… I remember him well you see, just as soon as father told me about that sad news I cried. He is kind to me, he treat us to the gypsy caravan once despite the danger that it might caused us. He has a thing I remember for a kind gypsy called Miranda (that name strike me you see because Miranda is rather an unusual name). Enough said about this gypsy. Your brother, He is a strong man, a very…very strong man.  I wish him good…I wish him well.’

Your friend

Diana.

My reply was.

Dear Diana,

He is like dead but yet alive. He do not talk but yet hear, he do not walk but yet among us. I seek Miranda the gypsy that you mention out of you memory and mine; and found her. She said William will not be awaken for a long time. Hope is still dim. He is strong but I am not at this moment. I wish you could be here with me. Just a week ago William’s good advisor speaks to me in great detail. He said I am to be the next to the throne. To be queen! I missed William Diana and last night I cried by his bed. Not caring whether there were grown men surrounding him. I demand an answer…I question him, I question his seemingly lifeless body ‘Will...will you come back, I will not be queen until you answered me! Will you come back soon?’ I repeat the question over and over. There were courtiers, knight beside him, but they just stand there. So I scream again ‘a sign will a sign that you do consent!’… He cannot move and he cannot talk. He can’t even open his eyes he gave me a sign as I requested he cried a single tear. A priceless single tear that I wipe with my silky cloth. How painful it must be? I never seen him cried before but if crying is all he could do…Imagine how badly he wanted to talk to tell me. I do not ask him any question any more. I do not want to toucher him with pain. When he were alive I never tell him that I love him…but now I say to him that I love him day and night whenever I get the chance.

Your friend

Eleanor

Diana reply again with good news

Dear friend Eleanor,

I am in a rush, at the moment at Azaria a few more stop to Bothsbane. I will be there soon. Do not reply again. You shall see me and the pack of friend that we once made on the 1st night of William’s proclamation. Be strong like William.

Your friend

Diana

2 days before proclamation

The kingdom is celebrating and I am busy. Every civilian is merry and joy is in the air. I envy them. They see this as a celebration…but not to me…uh! Soggy-paper again.

What am I going to do during the big day?

All right I am to be confident.

I am going to smile

I am going to be serious and

And I m going to say whatever that needs to be said

I am going to be strong.

Running out of ideas. Wish me luck. My lady in waiting is waiting for me to open the door so that she could let the maids dress me. My pack of friends they are here I presume.