Dear diary,
I don’t want to marry a prince I have never seen, so I will run away from my beautiful palace in the twenty first century, where I was meant to be crowned as a Queen in a year and travel the world, running away from the knights, assassins, and the prince that I should marry. Who could predict I would fall in love?
With love,
Princess Gwen.
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