In Yorteska, it started to snow for the first time this Winter. I had to buy new clothing to help battle the cold. Royce was fine for now. Our marriage was only in three months. We had three months to get back and be married. And what's worse is, they sent out flyers to other kingdoms to warn everyone of our run away. We were to be turned in if spotted.

And this kingdom? Littered with posters. It had to be an ally that I didn't read up on during my studies because there is no way that they could have got here before us otherwise. They must have been traveling by boat, which would only take a week and a half from here to my kingdom.

This would be dandy if we didn't look like ourselves right now, but we kinda do.

Nobody would talk to us, cause if they did, it would have to be to turn us in, and nobody wanted to do that to us here. They know that we don't want to get married. Worst of all, there were a lot of cuties that kind of checked Ro out. Like, a buncha cuties. It made me antsy.

If he doesn't find anybody, I might bring him back here for a speed date before taking a ferry back home.

I mean, it is a last resort. If he finds anybody on his own, good for him, but there will be somebody who will take him here when it comes down to the last few weeks.

So, with no cuties in sight, we stopped at an inn for the next few nights while we figure stuff out. There was a restaurant across the street that was perfect for our tastes, and everything was going according to plan for the first two nights.

The third night? Well- it could've been a hell of a lot better.

The bellhop seemed nervous on the third night. He was shaking in his big boy boots. It set off a small flag in my head, Ro not paying him any mind. Ro was not an observant person. I don't think I know anyone as oblivious as Ro.

But anyway, we make it up to our room and are chilling for a few hours before we here a large bang next door. This set off a whole different thing, it's called fight or flight, and I had to go. So we booked it. Took our stuff, turned off the lights, locked the doors, and it seemed like an empty room.

It turns out, someone called the guards on us, and they missed our room by a hair - a little tiny sliver. One door over, and we would be back where we started. And I can't have that.

I need to do this so I won't be unhappy for the rest of my life. I don't deserve that. Nobody does. And neither does Royce. He deserves so much in this world, and he just has a sucky start is all.

We are only kids in the eyes of our parents, incapable of making decisions for ourselves. Like how she fixes the makeup that I wanted to wear because it isn't royal enough for her. I don't want to look like every other princess from the eighteen hundred just because you were taught to be traditional. I want to look like myself, and a white foundation will not give me that look!

I am starting to think that maybe this is more than me just trying to find my wife to be. I guess I am trying to get back at Mother as well. I hope that that won't get in the way of my opinions on people, but Royce will be there to help me out.

We decided on the kingdom of Quiantipina. It is known for its friendliness and its grapes. They make the best wine you have ever tasted. I was only allowed to have it during special feasts, but I realize now, as an older and wiser person, that it is the bomb.

Anyway, it is a month away. It will be our last kingdom we visit. The last one we have time for unless we visit one on our way back to Yorteska since it is the quickest way back home.