History had written itself: whole parts of the castle were lying in rubble, other pieces were hanging off tilt. I jumped down from my saddle and ran to the castle. Pescal was standing a few feet infront of me, "where is my father?" Everyone in the kingdom was to remain hidden until the signal was given but my father insisted on staying at the castle grounds.
I searched for my dad everywhere around the castle grounds, ''Dad?" I could hear my name being called from around the corner. My dad was heading towards me. "Azalia," he said. I was so thankful that he was alive and healthy, it made me feel emense guilt at the same time because not everyone in our crew returned home to the people they loved.
Frances had just rode up to the castle now. His eyes remained fixated on the ground. This would affect our people for a long time, Sylian got off her horse and went towards my dad and I. ''Sir. William," she said.
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part One
FantasyAzalia a nineteen year old girl who has had a relatively normal life so far, start's to face some difficulty when she has to start saving up for college. Azalia does the unspeakable work for the most hated man in her city, Ben Razalia the owner of t...
