Well, let me tell you somethin’ about this here duke’s daughter. They call her Christiana, fancy name, huh? She was all set to marry this Crown Prince Lombard, real big shot, you know? Big fancy wedding, everyone talkin’ ’bout it. But then, bam! He dumps her. Right there in public, for everyone to see. Can you imagine? Humiliatin’!
But this girl, she ain’t like them other cryin’ princesses. Nope. She didn’t shed a tear, not one. Folks say she was raised to be a proper lady, all polite and smilin’. A “refined noblewoman” they called her. But let me tell ya, that’s just a show, a facade, like they say in them fancy books. She was puttin’ on an act, pretendin’ to be somethin’ she wasn’t.
- She was engaged to the Crown Prince.
- The Crown Prince dumped her.
- She didn’t cry.
Now, I ain’t sayin’ she’s a bad girl, no sir. But she was playin’ a role, you get me? Like wearin’ a mask. And that mask, it finally cracked when that prince walked away. People thought she’d be heartbroken, hidin’ away. But no, sir! This here Christiana, she just dusted herself off and said, “Good riddance!”
The duke’s daughter drops her engagement and facade, that’s what they say. And it’s true. She dropped that prince like a hot potato, and she dropped that fake smile too. Turns out, this girl had dreams of her own, things she wanted to do that weren’t all about fancy balls and royal this and that. She was tired of pretendin’. She was tired of bein’ someone she wasn’t.
Maybe she wanted to be a baker, makin’ them sweet rolls. Maybe she wanted to be a farmer, growin’ them big ol’ tomatoes. Or maybe she just wanted to run off and live in the woods, away from all them stuffy nobles. Who knows? The point is, she finally got the chance to be herself.
See, that crown prince, he thought he was breakin’ her. He thought he was the big man, callin’ the shots. But he done her a favor, he did. He set her free. She doesn’t need a prince, she can do things on her own. She’s strong, that one. She ain’t afraid to get her hands dirty, I bet. She’s probably thinkin’, “I can do better without you, you fancy pants!”
And you know what? I bet she’s right. This girl, she’s got somethin’ special. She’s got grit. She ain’t gonna let no man, no prince, no nothin’ hold her back. She’s gonna make her own way in this world. And I, for one, am rootin’ for her. Go on, girl! Show ’em what you’re made of! They all thought they knew her. They thought she was just a pretty face, a delicate flower. But they were wrong.
This whole thing reminds me of that time old Bessie’s prize-winning pig ran off. Everyone thought it was the end of the world for Bessie, but she just went and got herself a whole new litter of pigs, even better than the first! See? Sometimes losin’ somethin’ just makes room for somethin’ better.
So, the duke’s daughter, she lost a prince. Big deal. She gained somethin’ way more important: herself. She dropped that engagement, and she dropped that facade. And now, she’s free to be whoever she wants to be. And that, my friends, is somethin’ worth celebratin’. She ain’t no damsel in distress, waitin’ for a knight in shinin’ armor. She’s her own knight. She’s gonna rescue herself.
The engagement was just a show, something everyone expected of her. But now, the show’s over, and the real Christiana gets to step into the spotlight. I bet those nobles are chokin’ on their tea right about now, watchin’ her go her own way. Serves ‘em right, I say. They probably thought she’d come crawlin’ back, beggin’ for forgiveness. But she’s too good for that. She’s got better things to do than worry about what some stuck-up prince thinks. She’s got a whole life to live, and she’s gonna live it on her own terms. That’s the spirit!
And let me tell you somethin’ else. This whole thing, it’s a lesson for all them young girls out there. Don’t let nobody tell you who you gotta be. Don’t let nobody hold you back. You be yourself, and you do what makes you happy. That’s all that matters. And if some prince comes along and tries to change you, well, you just show him the door. You don’t need him. You’re strong enough on your own. You hear me? You’re strong enough.
