"The deadliest predator is the one you cannot see"
The Weight of the Crown of Windermere weighs high upon her head.
Betrayed by her own family, a young woman embarks upon a quest for vengeance. To eradicate corruption and take the throne she will l...
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I want to open that letter, but I'm too scared to find out that the rumours may be true. Arthur left to go on a 'mission' without me and he hasn't returned for 3 weeks. He never takes that long. I might be training to be an assassin but I'm only 16 and he's the only person I have to call family, he would not leave me. I don't want to lose him. I can't.
I trod towards the bed and pick up the letter. Get a grip on yourself. You've been taught to be strong and independent. My fingers tremble as I tear open the seal and glance over Arthur's familiar handwriting, thanking God he taught me to read and write.
'If you are reading this letter then it can only mean one thing. You must understand, my dear, that every person's time will come when they must leave this world to return to God. It is inevitable, and so you must learn to move forward. I apologise I was not able to tell you this in person but I don't have time to explain further. Your parents are alive and well; they are the King and Queen of Windermere. Forgive me for keeping this a secret but I did this only to protect you. Your true journey in life will begin now and remember, you are never alone.
Do not forget, fight for what is just and fair as I have taught you. I know you shall triumph.
Goodbye, my Starr. -A"
My heart beats uncontrollably. My breaths quickening. I can't breathe. A stray tear drops down my face, my soul silently weeping for the loss of the man who had raised me as a Father.
I slump to the fall. Could this mean I can find my biological family. That I won't be alone again?
Appalled, astonished, afraid. I sit motionless on my bed pondering over what I have just discovered. Then, as though a candle has been relit, I jump up and run to the library. I take out all the maps possible and search for Windermere.
My eyes droop with fatigue, drained from the day filled with antagonising memories. I have no time to waste I think, gazing over the piles of maps I have yet to look through. I pick a scroll from the pile and stop. What if this is a trap? What if it has been sent by an enemy to weaken me? Or to lure me into a setup? Ignoring the fact that the handwriting looks exactly like Arthur's I throw the letter away and get into bed, hoping to get a moment of peace. Leaving behind today's worries to think of tomorrow.
