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Prudence Finkle I was Lord Hamlet's personal maid, and he was my secret love!



Dearest Diary,

How I miss Lord Hamlet! His madness really was the death of him! Almost everynight I lay awake, tears running down my rosy cheeks for I loved that dear man with all my heart. Although his maid, I secretly fell in love with him the moment I started working at the castle! I could not stop thinking about him, he was the most perfect human being I had ever set eyes on! When that oaf Ophelia had finally passed I was so greatful for then I knew we could finally be together! I knew Hamlet loved me even if he was distant, but the love was there! Hamlet always came to me with any thoughts that were bothering him and I merely listened to him, my heart rapidly beating as he talked. He knew he could confide in me and not that damned Ophelia! I helped him see past her, and tried my best to lead his heart towards mine. But all my work had failed when I watched him die after the chatastrophic duel he had with Laertes. Oh what a stupid, stupid thing for him to do! How could he have been so naive to fall into the hands of his uncle and Laertes? How could God take such a pure man from this earth? My life is nothing without my dear Hamlet and I have no motivation to keep living. My heart is slowly breaking piece by piece, each and every moment I think about him. But I must find my way out of this hole! I feel like im drowning in my sorrows, and there is no light to set me free! Farewell dear diary, my eyes are finally shutting and hopefully tonight I will be able to escape the wretched dreams about my dear Hamlet that engulf me each night!

Prudence