I wake up, ready for a long, boring day to begin. The maids come in and dress me in my gown.
"Must I wear silk all the time? I would really like to wear a cute long gown of cotton." I say as my dressing maid, Cestial, puts on a pink and gold silk gown.
"Sorry m'lady, but you must. I wouldn't want you in troble, shall I?" Cestial says.
"Oi! You girls have an hour to get her done! We have a prince coming!" The head maid says.
"Aye." Cestial says in a gentle voice.
After my gown is on, Cestial must brush my long, brown hair.
"Cestial, have you seen my suitors? These men are ugly." I say, petting my cat, Moggles.
"Aye, m'lady, but we must deal with them." Cestial says.
"I mean yestrday I had five men come, all of them older than my father! I wish that I could just marry my own man out of love." I sigh.
"Yes, but I envey you some." Cestial says.
"Why?" I ask, turning around. Cestial pushes my head back.
"A boy in the castle has fallen in love with you, but he is just a servant. Not a knight. He is a court jester." Cestial says.
"What? My father's jester? The man who makes me laugh so?" I ask.
"Yes. He told me he likes the way you laugh. He says you sound like little bells clanging together." She says, puting my hair up into a bun. She sticks a large eagle feather in it that she found.
"Cestial. I want to meet him. In person." I say, standing up. Moggles hops off me and wanders off into the kitchen for some warm milk.
"Yes, but I do fear one thing." Cestial says.
"What?" I ask, smoothing out my long skirts.
"That you father might.." She indecates beheading by moving her hand across her neck.
"That is a risk that I shall take, and he shall." I say firmly.
I hear a large bark. I turn in time to see a large, happy dog run up to me. His tounge is hanging out the side of his large mouth.
"Joe! My silly mutt!" I say as he crashes into a wall.
He walks around, just a bit stunned, then comes to me and licks my hand.
Cestial puts on my necklace and tiara.
"Cestial? Are we friends?" I ask.
"Yes, now hurry off! That man will be here soon!" Cestial says.
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