Ok friends, this might be the last time I post part of my story for a while. I'm having trouble with the next part so enjoy the end of chapter 1.

14th day of the first month of the rainy season

            I met a most extraordinary person today. I say met, because today we talked and I got to know her better.

The person I speak of is Princess Robina, or just Robina as she prefers. She is the sixth daughter of King Balkon of Starian but she is not treated like a Princess at all, in fact, her father orders her to do the work of the servants. 

She's a most remarkable girl.

She tells wonderful stories and somehow manages to stay positive and happy, even though her own father enslaves her.

I told her everything today, how lady Selsina found me, and how I became princess. It seems like I've been here for years, I can hardly believe I've been here only two and a half short months.

The rain is hard tonight; I hear it outside like the beating of a thousand tiny drums. The rainy season is better here than in Starian.

Robina told me that her palace is in the middle of the Great Sandy Desert. Having lived in Auria where there is only one desert, I cannot imagine what it must be like in such an extreme climate.

Only one more day before the nobles will return to their own lands, and I must say I am relieved. Apart from Robina they have been absolutely unbearable! They are always ordering my servants about and complaining of the way I run things. Everything from the tapestries on the wall, to the gardeners' shoes, is commented on. Hardly ever are they complements, but rather criticisms.

 Prince Halver of Raintal has even been trying to flirt with me! Just like so many village boys in the past. He winks at me in the corridors, compliments the way I look almost every day and once he even invited me to stroll through the gardens with him. I have not overreacted, as I knew would please him, but I have not invited his attentions at all. He is handsome, but only in an obvious way.

He is, of course, an idiot and completely self-centered.

He was caught in the kitchens today causing trouble.

The whole situation is quite irritating! I suspect his mother put him up to it; she is quite the whisperer and when she's not whispering, she's talking so everyone can hear. She is not from Raintal, but from a foreign land.

Her skin is white and looks like milk, and her hair is the color of the sand in the rain.

I wonder if all white people are like that. I guess I can't categorize them like that just because of one woman. Foreigners might think the same thing of me if I were to visit another land.

I also heard the queen complaining of "sunburn" which I suppose can only happen on fair-skinned people. It is a rather strange concept though. How could the sun burn someone, when it is so far away?

Oh, all the complaints I hear form queen Melenda! The beds aren’t properly made, the servants are too loud, the dinners are too rich, and the country isn't run correctly!

Oh well, life will be much easier when they've all gone. 


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