Dear diary: August 2, 1667
Nevario
To reclaim my happiness I have to make his life a sorrow, and milk the wealth like a poor peasant with his cow, make all of his, mine and solitary rule a kingdom of my own.
My desire is for him to provide a hair, and then he will soon see himself to be ripped of his title, and washed of all humanity, to cheat on thee should be a sin but the malicious kings intents was to be happy and make my cousin queen consort, not on my patch,
I grew disordered, my unwell-nes was unusual and confined in the space of my mind, as I had every doctor and healer ordered by my side,
To my surprise a elegant ancient woman peered by my side, as she sat and wrinkles formed in every patch of her face her sweat delicate voice spoke, "sana, gravida es" I knew this was a Latin word as all the healers changed "sana" , the superannuated healer turned her head counter clockwise like a owl scoping out its next buffet, she gracefully said "a child, you are pregnant with a gem, a gem of gods creation" .
Step 1 was fufiled, his child was mine therefor his kingdom we shall inherit.
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I married the villain to save my kingdom
Fantasy"I love my king with my whole but I'll bring sorrow for the throne, and make Navario my own" Whispers and "lies" he called it the rumours of his flaws swept the castle with sores"
