• March 15th, 1782

    Dear Diary,

    The boy and I have been spending a large amount of time together. He finally told me his name the other day. Ambrose it was. We spend most of our time together, sitting by the fountain of the angels in father's garden. I think I've fallen in love with him, actually. When the governess comes, scolds me for keeping the gardener away from his duties, then hounds me about my lessons, I feel torn apart, for I just can't bear staying away from Ambrose. My heart sings out a tune to him, when I fall fast asleep, and it makes me smile when he sings the tune to me, the very next day. But, I fear he doesn't share the same feelings for me. Me, Anora Edrice, princess to my father's throne. Yet, I still not seem beloved to the eye of this specific beholder. Especially since when I sit close to him, his nose turns up, and he scoots away from me, either disgusted, or reluctant....