Largo – Confessions Of A Terminally Ill Princess

My husband was always cold to me. “You keep trying to cross the line I’ve drawn.” The arrogant attitude. A look of disdain. “Don’t be so presumptuous. I’ll give you nothing more than a king and a Queen.” He was a difficult man, always had been. But. When he found out I had only three months to live. “Are you really…dying?” He asked. There was only one answer I could give him. “Yes.” The inevitable fate had already been written. So I begged him to grant my last wish. “Before I die, I want to see the sea.” For the best memories. To leave at the end of my life. **** The Princess called her diary ‘Largo’