I look down at the food before me. Last meal. That's what the dish was called, a cup of rice with a breast of turkey and a side of red velvet cake dessert. this reminded me of the first time I dinned with the royal family. The first time I truly came to know Abel.
Abel... I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't and I regret it. People always say "something's are meant to happen, but I wished what happened to me have never even been considered. Faith and Destiny must hate me and this is the revenge sent upon me for being so cruel a year ago. But I changed, yet no one has noticed and no one has even cared. I'm all alone on this one.
I look down at my hands, looking intently on my birthmark imprinted on my wrist. It was then that I noticed what the blurry blob shaped like a tipped fork really appeared to be.
"Excuse me!" I called for a guard.
A big, belly bulging man in metal armor walked up to my cell.
"Is there anyway I can trade my Last Meal for a conversation with an old friend?" I asked.
The guard looked at me before grunting as he pulled out his keys. This was just the beginning of my troubles and it isn't getting far before I end it, but how about I go back to the very beginning? How it all started.
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To Kill a Prince
Roman d'amourSky is not your average village girl. She's a thieving, lying, cheating, scheming, beautiful criminal. Her Mother, Gothal, raised her well on the arts of Bad, but what she can't cut out of her young daughter's heart is the goodness and ability to th...
