Chapter 2

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"I CANT EVEN BELIEVE YOU, FATHER!"
My father looked at me.
"Princess,"
"YOU'RE SELLING ME TO A KING FOR MONEY! What would mother say?!"
" We made a deal, he could marry you, & I could keep my jewels and rule."
"You're trading me off. Like a slave! Do I mean nothing to you?!"
"That's enough!" He shouted. He slammed the door shut. I heard a {click}.

My mother is dead. I knew her but not well. Her name was Alista. Father used to tell me stories about her. She was thin, pale, and had beautiful purple eyes. Mother died 3 years after my birth. Father didn't raise me after the age of nine. Our maid, Hanna
Took care of me. She was young, around 21 years old. She had long blue hair. Green eyes. She was married to a bread maker. She was my "mother" for 10 years.

I was to ride to Mirkwood.

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