Dear Journal,
It has been quite some time but I feel the need to write down all of the chaos that has been happening these past months. I have always known I'd live a life of servitude. My family for generations has always been servants to nobles. So, I grew up thinking – no – knowing I'd be a servant and I was okay with that.
My first mistress was a blessing; she was kind, funny, and friendly. Never once did she hurt me or treat me poorly. I was so grateful. I grew to love her, like a younger sister.
She'd always complain to me about her troubles and share her secrets. I listened and gave the best advice I could. Then she would smile and I could see the soft and gentle look in those beautiful eyes of hers. After approximately a month of becoming her handmaiden, she wouldn't allow other maids to make her bed, dress her, or plan her schedule. Only me. I felt a sense of superiority. A person of such a high ranking in the country only wanted me to serve her.
Journal, only you have the idea of how much I miss those times. Waking her in the morning, brushing her hair, listening to her latest update, and spending the day with her and my friends. It's been a year since she died and although the pain is not as strong, it is still there. Lurking. Appearing up in my mind when I least expect it to remind me that the good days are gone.
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The Silver King - On Hiatus -
FantasyAfter the death of the beloved Princess Licht, a dark cloud seemed to darken the once the great Kingdom of Ericon. Furthermore, following the eldest princess's death, her father; the noble King Emerson, dies a brutal death. From then on, Queen Abarr...
