FC: The Diary of Princess Emma of France
1: October 25, 1514. My name is Princess Emma. Today is my 14th birthday, October 25, 1514, and this velvet-bound diary is the present I received from my old Governess, Michelle De Sorbonne. I love her. We had a grand celebration earlier for my birthday. I am very tired now. I must go rest.
2: Page 2: October 28, 1514. Something awful has happened! My father, King Irvin Beaumont, wishes for me to marry the King Conrad I. He is gray and 77 years old. I won’t do it. He can’t make me. I’'ll run far, far away where no one can find me.
3: October 31, 1514. I ran into the nicest girl today. She’s a servant to my mother’s ladies in waiting. Her name is Cassandra, but she goes by Cassie. We sat for over an hour as she brushed my hair, and we talked about the differences in our lives. She has no sisters, and 3 brothers who love her her to death. I have no brothers, but four sisters, Adele, Marie, Antonia, and Cecilia, who hate me to death. Her family works hard all day, and when she gets home, they welcome her and treat her as though she mattered. My family is lazy and sits all evening with nothing but food in their hands. They do nothing for me but give me worldly things, like jewels and such, only so they won’t look cheap to the other suitors of mine. They marry me off like a dog, loyal and helpless.
4: November 20, 1514. The drama of my proposal from King Conrad continues. I meant to write in this journal earlier, but between all the meetings and royal appearances, I forgot. Or, well, I didn't heed. Anyway, Cassie and I have become very close. We sit for hours each day talking while she feins some chore so we may do so. She is now my only companion, besides my loyal subjects. My life is in a horrible state right now. My sisters hate me, my parents want me for their own good, and my subjects only care that I bring money to the kingdom. Cassie has provided the most amazing support and care that she is more than a sister to me.
5: December 31, 1514. I keep forgetting to write. I think it has something to do with my schedule. The king has declared my engagement already, so there have been many parties lately. All the rich people wear rich clothing trimmed with fur and jewels. I don't care much about jewels. The people who cut them have not quite mastered the art of it yet. Anyways, the king is trying to force me to marry this man, but I will not do it. Well, maybe I will have to, but it does not mean I can't poison him into drinking this nasty potion if I make him think its a mead which I prepared myself. He will be flattered. I pray no one finds this diary and learns of my plans. I wonder if Cassie can convince the cook to put some in his meal.
6: February 3, 1515. Both my father and my fiance have been diagnosed with the bubonic plague. You should see them, diary. Their faces are covered entirely with bumps and it looks awful! I don’t know what to say. Lord forgive me for wanting to poison them. I am glad I have not yet. Cassie herself is feeling off. I hope it is just a fever.
7: February 27, 1515. Today was a very bleak day. My fiance has passed. I am no longer obliged to marry him. I feel awful. I had not yet had one full conversation with him, but now I feel bad for hating him so much. Well, no I don’t feel bad for hating him because he seemed cruel, but I do seem to feel upset for trying to poison him.
8: March 2, 1515. Cassie is fine, to my relief. I stayed up many nights nursing her back to health, for it was more than a fever that hurt her. But she is fine now. The mourning period for my fiance is not yet over. I have been told to wear black instead of yellow, which I want to wear because I am so happy that Cassie is alive.
9: April 4,1515. The news I dreaded worst has come. I have have caught the plague. Mother moved me down to a cold part of the palace and then she left me under the care of Cassie as she went on to continue my sister's wedding celebrations. She didn't even seem to care about me me. What if I die? Will she care or will she wear yellow and dance at at my sister's wedding? I cannot believe this is happening the doctor say my chances of survival are very low. Cassie assure me I'll be fine, But I don't know. feel awful and I throw up every few minutes. My face is covered in a series of bumps and brusies.
10: May 26,1515. I feel my life slipping away. It’is all I can do to push this pen across the paper. I think I'm going to die soon. Cassie stays up all night trying to make me eat, but I just can't do it!Even if I do, I just can't keep it down. M mother doesn't show any interest in me, or and care that her oldest child is dying. I have to rest now, and I fear I won't wake up. I will take the liberty of posting a picture of Cassie and myself on the page of this diary. May she always be remembered.