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Personal Narrative: My Journey To Genovia
It all begins back in 1776 when I was a young 15 year old girl named Aria. Me and my family live in the amazing palace in SpringDale which is a one day's ride to Genovia. My dream was to find true love, but my father did not share that same dream for with me. Jacob is the soon to be King of Genovia, but first he must have a bride. He is a 26 year old prince that is known for his temper and no one really wants to marry him, but he must in order to become king so all of the most wealthy and well known King’s line up their single daughters ages from 10 to 21 at a shot of marrying Jacob. Unfortunately for me my father doesn’t not give me an option and now I’m one of 7 other women. After 2 long months of being going on horrible, boring dates and being …show more content…
When I found out I was going to be competing for Jacob's hand in marriage I promised Doulton that it would not be me in the end and I would make sure of that. Now not only am I being forced to marry this dreadful man but I broke my promise to the man that I love. Everyone at the ball thought I was crying out of pure happiness but I was not. The next day I had to sneak out of the palace to go find Doulton and break the news to him which I had no idea how I was going to do that. I finally find him at his creek, I take a deep breath and let all spill out. Before I could finish telling him everything Doulton asked me, “Run away with me. We can go far from here and start a life together like we have been talking about.” For a split second I really thought about it but I told him no and I would figure something out. Back at the palace the whole place was crawling with news anchors and reporters trying to find any kind of information on my family that they would . Some were good reports wanted to spread the happiness of two families together and their are some that want to find any kind of dirt on us to stop the marriage from
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