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The writing is extremely neat and fancy.

Dear könyv,

I'm surrounded by people of the lower class. I just woke up here... I wonder where I am. This house is rather small and cramped. It appears I'm also sharing a room with my brother. I don't know why I've been placed in this community of lower class people.

Where I come from, I'm known as the Queen of Hungary. Hungary being the kingdom I rule over. My brother was supposed to take the throne, but he gave it up. Instead, he is my guard. I wonder what my purpose is here? I could probably use the experience, being surrounded by peasants and all.

Oh dear, I do not like that word. Peasants. But it's true. If they are not of blue blood, they are peasants. It's a rather rude term, no? I hope no one gets offended.

Oh well, I would be delighted to meet all of the people who are friends with me from this dimension. Just do not touch me, or I'll have Daniel behead you.

-Elizabeta

Oh look! Royal AU! How fun! Totally sucks that I had to do it the moment some angst happens. Too bad. It'll just hit these two harder when they return. I've got a cool idea for another one, but it requires asking permission from someone.

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