I wasn't even a minute old when I killed the Queen. Some say that my first breath, took her last. The Kings Men are coming for me, There isn't much hope, exept for them. The two men that whisked me away from certain doom. Plagued with nightmares and visions from a life that is not my own. I need to find a way to release myself from this curse and prove that I am not a murderer.

Where a girl receives messages from an anonymous passerby who wants to show her the world. © tilmorning. 2013