October 15th, 2037, 19:37pm.

I don’t want to be a princess, nor a queen. That might be my title but I don’t want that to define me. Of course, I want to continue the legacy of my late mother and my father, the current king. But each day I live in fear that it might be my last day of freedom.

15/10/2037

Imagine your parents getting divorced and then your mum just happens to marry the King. The bloody King of all people! So then we had to move into the palace, which you know, I’m not complaining about at all this place is lovely. Two families are joined together; King Cassian and his daughter Snow, and my mum, the new “Princess Ophelia” and her daughter, Dior. Me. I don’t get no fancy title or anything special. I’m just irrelevant because I’m just Ophelia’s daughter. Nothing else. I’m getting sick and tired of these palace walls now. I feel like I’ve been trapped here for the last 17 years. I wanna escape this nightmare... can I escape?

October 21st, 2037, 08:39am

Oh, Dior is so lucky, isn’t she? She is granted with so much freedom, whereas I feel like I’m limited. Even though I’m so fortunate to be studying my degree, I can’t help but think that one day it will get taken away from me as my throne will come calling. I feel trapped. I wanna escape this nightmare... can I escape?

21/10/2037

I’m 7 years older than Snow. 7!!! Meaning 7 years more in life experience. And yet this palace still sticks to its stuffy old fashioned rules. “The oldest blood related heir will succeed to the throne.” Which is Snow! I don’t agree with them. I’m not saying Snow wouldn’t make a fabulous queen one day... I just think I would be better.

October 29th, 2037, 9:13am

Dior moved out of the palace. I mean I know she’s older than me and she probably had enough of this place, so I honestly don’t blame her. I’m just going to miss her company so much. We were not sisters by blood but I’m so thankful to have her in my life. But, I also completely envy her. I’m jealous. It’s just so easy for her to pack up and leave, without having the weight of the monarchy just waiting to collapse on her shoulders. Oh how I long for a normal, peaceful life.

29/10/2037

Well I finally left the palace. Thank god. If I knew it was that easy I would of packed up and left earlier! As much as I miss my little sister, Snow, I envy her. I’m jealous. She has it easy really. Soon as her father drops dead she’s get to sit and admire the world float by on her golden throne. Oh, how I long to be queen. Well little does she know I’m about to spice things up a bit. I’ve had enough of living in her shadow. I will get my ass on the throne... and it will begin with a little poison apple.