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1The Journals of the Kingdom:
Freedom
Tessa’s Story
By Victoria Chen
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PrologueI
don’t know where to begin so I’ll start at the beginning. This is mylife’s story and what I did in my life. I hope those who read this willenjoy it as much as I did, because I know that somewhere out there,there might be people who want to break free from what they’reexpected to be and to break free from being led around on a leash formost of their lives.I wanted to let those who were like that to know that my storystarts when I first break free of a restraint and with a heart full of courage. So find your heart of courage and read my story. Go on andfigure something out in the end. This is my story, a story of a younggirl who found freedom in the people she loved and the things she didand eventually became a heroine in her kingdom.
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Meetings and Beginnings
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’d always thought my father had intended to marry me off to somepoor lad I never had met with some position in state and influence tothe king. It was only natural – after all, I was the noble-born daughterof a royal duke and in order to secure good ties for my family, myfather has to arrange for advantageous marriages for his children. Iwas the last of my siblings to need a marriage – my older brotherswere all married off and had children of their own.At the time, our kingdom was at war. At war with the darkness. Itseemed like a war that we would never win as everyday, bits of theland were swallowed up in the greedy jaws of Darkness. It wasrumored that it was through the help of sorcery and the hordes of demons that the sorcerers have summoned. But despite that, thingsstill went on as they did every year before the war started, not thatanyone ever believed that our kingdom would be defeated.One summer, my father sent me with a small retinue of servants, toCourt on a personal invitation from the king, addressed to him, to takehis place for the Midsummer Celebration and also to learn from thequeen’s ladies-in-waiting. I had not wished to go but with some sharpwords from my father and smile from my dear mother, I was sent off on my way.I traveled in my father’s personal carriage, the carriage he usedonly when he was on important business, knowing well that he did notwant to put his family to shame by sending me in a hired carriage. The journey was long and the road was dusty, but later that afternoon, thegolden shine of the beautifully yellow stone walls of the palace couldbe seen just on the road ahead. Carpets of green grass lead the wayup the palace lawn to the threshold of the kingdom’s governmentoperations.After resting for a while in the room I was given, I made my waydown to the palace’s vast ballroom, with its high arched ceilings withits artistically painted murals, where the Midsummer Celebration wasto take place. I had been seated with the absent queen’s ladies-in-waiting, my small, long-fingered hands folded in my silk-clad lap. Onlyat the age of fifteen, I was easily one of the youngest girls in thegroup.And I say absent because the queen had died a few years ago butthe position of ladies-in-waiting still existed to honor her memorybecause it was well known that she used to be one herself beforecatching the eye of the king a long time ago. Gods all bless her…. The ladies idly traded polite conversations amongst one anotherabout our families. They made sure that everyone was included,
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...can u send me it? ipaper doesnt work on my computer...

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