I had sent my note to her but I worried if it would ever arrive. I hoped that Thomas was still gathering intel and we could use it in our own conflict. I couldn't help but think about my father, how he was reacting to the news that Frances and I never returned to the meeting spot. Was my father mad, sad, or possibly searching for us. What about Frances though, was he even alive?
I could not help but think about all the people I loved and hope that they were also thinking of me. I laid down under the moonlight and curled up into a ball. Tears slipped down my cheeks. I felt so alone and scared.
Friday June 11th 1802
The bright sun shone into my eyes. The boat rocked slowly back and forth. The swaying melody made me seasick. I made my way to the corner and threw up on the floor. This was not how I expected my voyage to turn out. My head was still swaying.
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part Two
FantasyAzalia a seemingly normal teenage girl who is forced to get a job at her local tourist attraction. A castle to save up for college. Her small town Raven Cove won't be home for long when she get's transported through a portal into a magical land that...
