September 1st, 1776. The pre-marked day when I would lose my freedom. A dreaded date that I was hoping would come by a bit later than planned. I have been savoring every day that I can, writing stories, practicing archery, riding my horse around the castle gardens, and spending time with the court jester… Hoping I could make the most of my time here before I leave for a distant kingdom.

I hated my father for his decision. He is the one who arranged this marriage for me, but he never asked what I wanted. And despite this, he accused me of being selfish, when I angrily disapproved of his idea. Of course, I understood why he was doing this. Our kingdoms have been on the brink of war for years, but could they both not have just signed a peace treaty? Or perhaps stop with the blasphemy? Surely those solutions would require less effort, time, and expenses… But no. He is still convinced that his methods for everything are always the best. I'm sure his advisors would call him out if they weren't in fear of being beheaded. I am disappointed to be the princess of a kingdom ruled by a tyrant.