Here is the part of the story I got done:
My name is Princess Josephine Hebenheight. I am going to tell you a story that happened in the springtime of 1803 in the city of
It was hot for a spring day in Herbershire, and I was gathered in the meadow with my friends, including Eliza Goodsmith, George Kenkalf, and Joyce Gifitick. They were going on about tea and dresses, which I had no interest in. If I could have picked the topic, I would have chosen adventure. But, alas, I could not pick it. I clutched my lace fan close to my chest, but soon found out it would not be there long because the humidity was getting to me quick. I fanned my face vigorously and Eliza leaned in and said
“Yes, it is warm today isn’t it, Josephine?”
I faked a smile and agreed
“Yes, it is an extremely surprisingly humid day isn’t it?”
Bored of there tea party talk, I looked around the beautiful meadow that was right beyond the castle. In the distance I saw a young man staggering up the meadow with dirty breeches, a soggy shirt and wrinkly stockings. I managed to escape from the conversation and hastened toward the breathless man. I waited for him by the nearby Oak tree. He walked up and rested on the trunk.
“Hello, Madam.” He said in a respectable yet gasping voice.
“Hullo.” I said in a awkward voice. “May I help you, sir?” At first he shook his head side to side, then changed his mind and nodded up and down.
He looked up at me for the first time and stood up. “Henry Begifire the 3rd.” He said bowing politely while his black scraggly hair fell out of the rest of his small pony tail.
“Princess Josephine Hebenheight the 1st.” I said proudly. His eyes opened wider
“Princess!!!!” He exclaimed. “I-I-I-I’m sorry madam, I didn’t realize!”
“That is perfectly fine.” I explained. “Um, what may I help you with?”
He looked confused up at me then spoke “OH! Yes! Of Course, well this changes the matter since you’re a Princess, princesses are too prim and proper for adventure. No offense, Madam.”
As soon as Henry said that my face must have looked like a candle was burning in it for my face was lit.
“I am not like the other Princesses; I would rather have one adventure then a million tea parties.”
Henry looked thoughtfully at me and said “Then come with me.” He finished and began running towards the woods.
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