**DIARY ENTRY**
I don’t even know why I still write these words. Maybe because this is the only place where I can still be honest. The only place where I can breathe without pretending. The only place where I can remember who I was before the crown, before duty, before him.
Sometimes I wonder if the girl I used to be would even recognize me now. She was full of hope, full of light. She believed that love could change anything, even a man born to power. She thought that if her heart was pure, it would be enough.
Everyone warned me. My friends, my family, even my own reflection. They all told me not to marry him. They said the crown prince was a man who wore his charm like armor, who smiled only when it served him, who loved only what he could control. But I didn’t listen. I thought they
