Prince Charming's Diary, part 5

Prince Charming's Diary

Prince John

Day 12

Today, I was just beginning to get over my fright the horrible Lady Miranda had given me, when Mother called me to her room. She looked much worse then she had last time I visited.
“John, why are you trying so hard to be like your brothers?” she asked. I had not realized that.

“I am?” I asked.

“John, the ball will be announced today.” she said sharply, “You will have extra dancing lessons and three new suits of the finest cloth!” Three suits? This is so not fair!

“Er- why three, I will not be changing in the middle of the dance, will I?” I asked in dismay.

“Three balls!” Mother informed me. THREE? Who needs three balls? That was so unfair.

The minute I left my mother's chamber, I bumped into Jerome and Elise. Jerome was telling her several different ways to skin a deer. Elise looked bored.

“Who needs three balls?” I cried. They stared at me.

“What?” Elise gaped, “Who is having three balls?”

“I will most certainly not be attending.” Jerome said, “The very idea of dancing all night with some stupid young princess that I never met, is the worst thing-”

“I am!” I interrupted, “Mother says I am having three balls and three new suits! It was bad enough having one ball, but three- it is to horrible!” Elise patted me on the arm, like I was a puppy, or something.

“There, there Johnny.” she cooed, “Everything will be quite alright.”

“Maybe you will meet your darling on the first night.” Jerome suggested, “Then you, of course, will not be so miserable the other three nights.” I scowled, then rushed past them. There false sympathy was killing me.

“After all you will be king of father's lands!” Elise yelled after me, “You must have three elegant and stately balls!” Now I not only have to be king, but I have to have three balls and three suits too! Life is so unfair!

Day 13

Today, Master Won and Elise went to the tailor with me. It was torture. The stupid tailor had already pieced together my disgusting blue silk suit, but he needed to adjust it to fit. I believe he poked me with at least five hundred pins.

“You should add a ribbon somewhere!” Elise told the tailor.

“The Princess is so intelligent.” the tailor praised. He made me sick.

“NO ribbons!” I snarled.

“Perhaps knee length breeches with ribbons around the cuffs would look more appropriate.” The evil Master Won suggested. He was so going to pay for that.

“I shall do so for the second suit.” the tailor cooed. I was so going to have him executed.

“What about the third night?” Elise asked, “It has to be the most glorious suit of all!”

“I have it figured, my sweetest princess.” the tailor said, “He shall have a long ankle length cloak of peacock feathers, and-”

“Stop!” I cried in horror, “Did you say peacock feathers?”

“You will be so handsome!” Elise cried.

“Very dignified.” Master Won added.

“I will look like a disgusting bird!” I wailed.

“We must fit with the theme.” the tailor said firmly.

“What theme?” I asked with a shudder.

“Peacocks of course!” Elise said.

“Ugh!” I cried.

“We must not, of course, forget that the first theme is Desert tribes.” Master Won said.

“What?” I gasped. The tailor held up the blue silk coat. I had been wondering why it was so big.

“A long desert coat of the richest blue silk in the world.” he said.

“Eek!” I choked. I did not dare ask what the theme for the second night would be.

“Knee length breeches, of course, will go quite well with the pirate theme for the second ball.” the tailor said. If I had been a very little younger, I may just have burst into tears.

Day 14

Today, Jaden, Justin and James arrived with their wives and ugly little offsprings. I almost did not mind having to babysit them. At least it kept my mind off of the miserable inevitable that was to happen tomorrow night.

“You must feel pretty special!” James said, “Three balls without asking!” Back, before he had married Belle, he would always demand parties in his honor. I had to say, marriage improved him.

“Not in the least!” I retorted, “I have to dress up like an idiot!” James snickered at me.

“But that girl you are always going to see will come, of course!” Justin said, “That should make you happy.” What does he mean by that? I never told anyone about Ella Marie.

“I have to go.” Elise muttered and took off. I was furious. Elise was telling our brothers that I was going to see a girl. I was, but that was beside the point. She could have been wrong. UGH! It is so going to be a long day.

The Watchers, drawings by Rosie

I have so many books to finish that I'm paying some of my sisters to do the drawings for me.

This book, "The Watchers" book one of "The Immortal Guardian" series, was written for my brother Merry. The Watchers are the people that guard the three trees of life.

 Non So, the odd beast mentor is in the back ground. His daughter Vanessa is sitting next to him. Winn, the hero is on the left, and Millin the ally is on the right.

 Winn, the hero, ate one of the apples of life at nineteen, so unfortunately he 31 years later he still acts like an irresponsible nineteen year old boy.

Millin, the ally, waited until the more sober age of twenty-five before eating one of the apples. He, at forty-nine, is more mature then Winn, who is a year older. He is also married with a fourteen year old son.

Non So, the mentor is the mythical creature that carved the land which would come to be known as the seven kingdoms out of the alabaster mountains. Ordinary people assumed that he had died, because that happened a good two hundred years before the story started. Non So may or may not have eaten one of the appples. He is still a mystery.

King Alberic of the Northern Province. The firelands. He is one of the villains.

  

King Ato of the Western Province. The Iskians. He is the other villain.

Vanessa, Non So's daughter.

Elda, Millin's wife.

Odin, Non So's son.

Non So and Vanessa travel with a crowd of little dragon like creatures, which are actually more furry then scaly They are called the Dundoons.

The Apple of Life. Well, one of them. They had three trees full of them.

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Prince Charming's Diary, part 4 (revised)

Well, normally, I would not post more then one post a day, but since you all have been waiting so long for this, a couple weeks I believe, I shall go ahead and post it. It's part 4 revised.

Prince Charming's Diary

Prince John

Day 11

Ella Marie was waiting for me when I rushed into the clearing today. I had gone straight from horse lessons, so I was still in my white and gold riding outfit. It was one of those expensive silk ones, with nasty little tassels on the shoulders. The horrible things are constantly flying into everything, including my mouth. They also pointed me out as a spoiled prince. UGH! But luckily for me my horse had threw me into a mud patch so it was a lot less white, then it had been, and certainly less elegant. It was also a little harder to tell that I was nobility. Just imagine how terrible it would be if Ella Marie found out that I was really a prince. She would probably think I had lied to her all along. I did not mean to deceive her into believing that I was common peasant. But it is to late to change that now. She would probably hate me.

When, I arrived at the meeting place, Ella was holding two enormous baskets, that were simply stuffed with all manner of food. They were way to heavy for one girl to carry. I ought to know, because I took them from her. I very nearly fell over from the weight. They were three- no five times as heavy as I had expected. I staggered around a bit, biting my lips to keep from cursing. Why did this crazy girl not higher a few strong boys to carry her baskets?

“You do not have to carry both.” Ella said quickly. She tried to take both the baskets from me. No man should allow a girl to carry all that weight by herself, especially a prince. I would not let her take the baskets. We played tug-a-war briefly. I am proud to say I won! Master Won could not fault me for my gallant manners today.

After the tug-a-war battle Ella led the way to her house and I limped after her, trying not to be flattened by the baskets. They weighed more then I did. I soon discovered that I ached all over. The miserable baskets jounced against all my bruises. Thanks to my horse, I had about three million. Ella's house was almost like a miniature castle. It was made of white and blue stone, and had light blue banners flying from the many turrets.

“Nice.” I commented.

“Lets use the back door.” she muttered, ignoring my compliment. I was surprised. I have never used the back door before for anything. That is the servants entrance. What kind of family does Ella Marie have? It was very interesting to sneak through the back gate, through a garden full of fat orange pumpkins and lizards and into the house through the tiny kitchen door. I barely managed to squeeze through the door. The two baskets added nearly three feet to my waist.

Besides never having used a back door, I have also, never been in a kitchen. A kitchen is like a whole new world. There was food everywhere. I have never seen a cat catch a mouse, then start roasting it over the fire either. But that was the first thing I saw after noticing the food.

“You hire, cats to cook for you?” I asked incredulously. Master Won would probably explain how that is all the latest rage. I think it must be really gross.

“You miserable cat!” Ella screeched and threw an egg at the cat. The egg missed and splattered on the floor. The cat dropped the mouse and started eating the egg. If you ask me, it was a plot.

“Did you mean to do that?” I asked.

“Get the cat out of here!” Ella cried as she reached for another egg. Personally I think the mouse should have been disposed of first. But I did not argue. Instead I dropped both baskets and leaped at the cat. The cat dived between my feet, tripping me. I fell sprawling, and grabbed for the only thing within reach. The kettle hanging over the fire. A searing rushed through my hand. I leaped three feet into the air, knocked my head against the mantle piece and started doing a dance that would make Master Won proud.

By the time I had begun the encore of the dance, Ella had chased the cat out of the kitchen with a broom, put the food on the table, greased a white napkin and shoved me down in a chair.

“Merciful Dragons.” she cried, “Do you have any sense? No one grabs a boiling pot.” The grease on the napkin was soothing to my hand, so I stopped cursing, long enough for her to bandage my hand.

“Why are there no warning signs?” I complained, “Watch out, this pot will try to kill you, might be good.” Ella sighed.

“You just sit here, I will start cooking!” she said, and pushed her hair out of her face. I immediately forgot my pain.

“No, I am ready to help.” I cried. She sighed.

“I was afraid of that!” she whispered. Now what could she have meant by that?”

“This is a spoon!” Ella said, as she picked a large wooden spoon. I knew what a spoon was, but this thing was monstrous. A dragon could use it.

“Are you sure?” I asked, as I took it. She made a grab at it.

“You should really sit down.” she pleaded. I backed away from her. I suppose, she did not want a guest to be working for her, but could she not realize that I wanted too?

Ella, showed me how slowly to stir the gravy. I never realized that gravy could turn into rocks. She showed me how to bone a fish. Who knew that fish was all bone and no fish? She showed me how roll out dough into loaves of bread. Did anyone know that uncooked bread works better then glue? She showed me how to cut onions. I must say that it is very unnatural to cry buckets of tears for some disgusting veggie, but not shed a single tear at my aunt's funeral. Ella, sure had me moving around really fast, once she got over her qualms about a guest helping with the work. Did you know, that if you chop a chicken's head off, it will keep rolling and hopping around. I killed five of them, because it was so entertaining. Ella must have gotten jealous because she took the ax, and sent me to skin two rabbits for the pie. That was really disgusting. I chased two rabbits throughout the garden, ripping up veggies and fruits that happened to stick their noses in my path. I finally caught one rabbit, by throwing a pumpkin at it. I really flattened it. There was not much left to look at, when I picked up the pumpkin. That was when I noticed the nice little cage full of rabbits. WHY? I could have saved myself the trouble of so much running. I buried the squashed rabbit under a flowerpot, then carried three squirming rabbits into the kitchen. Maybe there was a special way to skin them.

Ella was not in the kitchen, but three other women were. I stared at them, while the rabbits, kicked, squirmed and bit me.

“Who in the blazes are you?” the oldest woman snarled.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I am Lady Miranda, you clod!” she screamed, “I own this barn!” There was no way, this clod was going to believe that. Then the rabbits exploded from my grip and chased each other across the table.

“Get them off!” one of the younger women screamed, and fainted into her sister's arms.

“Mum, Hazel fainted again!” the girl whined, while trying to fan her sister. Lady Miranda ignored them. Instead she struck me.

“Get them off the table, you fool!” she screamed. I grabbed the broom, and started sweeping it at the rabbits. I missed all of them and swept the three pies off instead.

“Mum, that is dinner!” Hazel's sister screeched. Hazel exploded out of her faint and started screaming.

“Get that dirty broom off the table?” Lady Miranda bellowed.

“Where is Cinders?” Hazel screamed as she leaped onto a chair to avoid the rabbits, who were leaping onto the floor.

“Who?” I asked as I leaped at the rabbits and accidentally spilled a bucket of water.

“Get out of my house!” Lady Miranda screamed and threw a cat at me. Where did that monster come from? I am sure it was the same one who tripped me, earlier. I am hate cats!

“Get out!” both girls howled. I left. On the way out I bumped into Ella in the yard.

“What happened?” she cried, “You look like a-.”

“There is a witch inside!” I yelled and streaked for the woods. Afterwords I felt a little ashamed of my conduct. But what can one do with a witch and her two mangy apprentices?

Drawing

For those of you who have been wondering when I will finally finish Winter and Sky's story, here is a nice "pleasant" spoiler for you all. I'll leave it to your imagination to decide what is happening. The man is obviously Winter, and the girl is Sky. Who everyone else is, you will have to wait to find out.

~E

Changing an old post

So awhile ago, I did this post My family as my characters I hope the link works alright.

But as time went on, I discovered that Elise has changed some from what I originally thought she would be, so she is nothing like my sister Rosie, so therefor, the point of this test is to give you a more accurate character for her.

I have decided that Rosie is more like Jane.

She is not super talkative, but isn't afraid to try new things or lead.

And Galadriel is more like Elinta.

I'm sorry, I know you detest this character.

But I still think you are like

Jessica Benson as well.

Since I made that other post, I have written a book for my brother Pippin, his hero, Sebastian Reinhart a.k.a. Corkilin, is a lot like Pippin, although those other two people are still like him.

I also need to redo mine, but the closet person I can think of for me is Justin from the Prince Diaries, but I want to find a girl.

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Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday Galadriel.

Since Galadriel is not at home to celebrate we compromised and put her picture behind the cake. We would like to have cake twice, after all.

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday dear Galadriel,

Happy Birthday to you.

May the Dear Lord Bless You,

Shower Graces on you,

St. Joseph Bless You,

Blessed Mother Guide you.

Happy Birthday!

~E

Paper dolls again

As you can see, I have more paper dolls instead of more Prince Diary. Sorry everyone.

 Anna Corkilin from "The Dragon-Slayer Trilogy" although she only appears in the last book. She is one of Robert's cousins. She is a year older then her brother Dominic, who is one of the main allies in the trilogy.

 Edward, from "The Golden Arrow." He is an outlaw and has a twin sister who is also an outlaw.

 Endal from "The Red Lion." It's been so long since I wrote the "Red Lion" books that I'm not even really sure who he is. I think he is the sword trainer's son, and only appears in the second book.

 Nathaniel Hades from "The Captain's Orphans," which I'm co-writing with a bunch of friends. He is a deaf orphan.

 Young Sammy from "Smoking Bombs," which is basically "Sword of Light" turned into a sci-fi story.

Young Vian from "The Mad Prince."

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