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Tonight


Tonight was the night everything would change.


The escape

 I am to be crowned queen tomorrow.

But I can't go through with it.

I've been in misery, following rules set out for a royal

Wake up, put on my tight corset, wear my finest chiffon dress, go to the dining hall, and after that I train. Reading the heaviest textbooks of knowledge passed on from my ancestors, fencing for battle preparation, walking every pathway in and around the castle picking dead flowers and crops that should have been watered weeks ago. Scrubbing the floors, washing the mirrors. But behind the kingdoms doors nobody knows that i'm the only one doing the work. The queen's only princess. But I was not born here, I was found in the old village of Florence with a crown on my head, to show that I was bloody related to the Royals.

Of course, the queen, all alone with nobody to pass on her crown to took me to become her Princess

But then one day, she let the maids, the workers and everyone go, certainly it could not have been a matter of money, we were more than wealthy. We dripped of silver gems. 

After that day it was all up to me

I have done all of the needs to the castle ever since

And on top of that had to learn the ways of a queen taught from the book passed through the family. That dreaded book how I tried to burn it. I've no break, I work harder than the poor townspeople living in shacks along the alleyways begging for any penny they can get. 

But I have the money.

The Queen never tells me why we cannot hire the townspeople, she tells me it's so I learn to work for my rewards. But what rewards do I get? I once asked only to be told my reward was the very crown on her head.

But I know the truth, it will never be mine. My every move will be controlled by her very demands.

So I have to go.

I'll wake up quarter to 4 o'clock, put on my black cloak and pack my casual gowns in the suitcase, some rice, some water, a blanket.

I'll head west to the royal gateway channel to the Switz. Find a life of my own.

If all goes well...

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