When I was six years old, my mother was brutally murdered by our king in front of me because the queen wanted my twin siblings as her own, and I was taken as a slave for being half human. Since then, I have vowed to get revenge on the Royal family by any means possible and take back my family!
"Oh, Mrs. Larson, I have to get going. My uncle is expecting me." He said, suddenly. He can't have seen me though, because I'm standing behind a wall. "Of course not! You're staying, for dinner, and that's final." My mom ordered. Shit, what is she doing? I walked past them, and I started to walk up the stairs, when he...