Author: NYCitygurl Title: Formerly Known as Princess Fandom: Twelve Waters by Sharon Shinn. I'm obsessed with her. She's a fantastic author! Characters: Josetta, Zoe, Foley, Darien, Corene, others Timeframe: Three years after the book ends Summary: Being 18 is hard, especially for a girl who is no longer a princess. Notes: Part of the [link=[url]http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/32006034/p1/?130]2012[/url] Dear Diary Challenge[/link]. Formerly Known as Princess Entry One When I was born, I was a princess. I grew up thinking that my father was the king of Welce. Only five people knew the truth. Three of them are now dead. The king is one of them. My real father is another. Of course, now the whole world knows that King Vernon of Welce was, for most of his life, unable to make a child, a condition that only changed when he started taking a miracle drug to prolong his life. The whole world knows that I am not the daughter of a king but the daughter of a prominent member of one of the Five Families. I lost a place in my country?s hierarchy that I wasn?t sure I wanted, and I got a family in return. Not a bad trade, as far as I?m concerned. I no longer have to worry about scheming at the palace. I know longer have to worry about who the next ruler will be or wonder whether I?d be happier being named heir or having to step aside for one of my siblings. Instead, I have a mother who is more at ease with me, a sister who loves me more than anything, and an uncle and cousins who rushed into my life like a fiery blaze and have treasured me from the moment they learned I was theirs. But just because I have peace doesn?t mean I?m ever totally at piece. My sister?s aunt laughs sympathetically and says it is because I am 18, and 18-year-olds never have any peace. That is why she presented me with you ? a little bound book full of empty pages waiting for words. ?It?s a diary,? she said. ?Write down your thoughts, your daily activities. It will bring you peace of mind. And,? she added with a smile, ?you will read through it one day, and it will make you laugh.? I don?t know about the laughing part, but I wouldn?t mind a little peace sometimes. I?ll give this a try. My sister nodded in approval when I told her about the diary. ?I hope it gives you what you?re looking for,? she said. I asked her if she?d ever had a diary. She smiled. ?Oh, years ago,? she replied. ?When I was several younger than you, in fact. It was full of silly, childish things. You know, things 11-year-olds consider matters of great importance.? ?Have you ever read it as an adult? Sarone told me that she read her old diaries and they made her laugh.? She shook her head. ?No, I have no idea what happened to mine. I?m sure it?s long lost. But,? she added, ?I?m also sure it would make me laugh. I think this diary of yours is a good idea, Josetta.? My father, I?m told, highly valued the written word. He loved to read and write and, most of all, argue. I don?t need my sister to tell me that, because Navarr Ardelay is famous for it, even now, four years after his death and almost a decade and a half since his exile from the Welce court. He did not keep a diary, per se, but he recorded his daily thoughts almost meticulously. My uncle and sister dug up some of his writings when I asked for them, so even though I never knew him, I feel a connection with him. He was an intelligent man; that is obvious from his writing alone. And with those three recommendations for writing down thoughts, I will continue this diary.