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The Fall of the House of Rosenburg

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My life began to go down a path that I, nor anyone really, thought was possible. It all began in 1897 when I lived in with my older siblings in our family's ancestral home in Regalea. But to be fair, my life was never normal by any account, not even by the wealthy standards that the families of Regalean nobility are held to.  

How could it be normal? 

How could I be normal? 

The only expectations I ever had for my life was to go through life without embarrassing my father and mainly staying out of my brother's way, as my father trained him to become the next Lord of Rosenburg.  

I was only expected to be the spare, the second choice son. And I was okay with that. I didn't want the power or the title the way my brother wanted, I didn't even want it in general. My father was just happy to have a son like my brother, who was ambitious, daring, and charismatic, to pass the lordship to once he retired. 

But that's not what happened. 

What happened was that my father died and my brother made sure to kill him twice by burying my father's legacy to "the ash heap of history." My brother had always been overly dramatic, my mother used to say that it was genetic. 

Then came a rebellion that ballooned quite quickly into a full-blown "death to the king" revolution that did eventually see to the death of the king, as well as the queen, and the majority of the aristocracy, including my brother. 

This, however, was not what killed my sister. A completely different, but equally tragic event took her life. Leaving me without the only family member who cared for me and with the legacy of our family. 

A legacy that no one wants. 

A legacy that was built on the corpses and the blood of so many innocent lives. 

A legacy that resulted in the deaths of so many people, including my sister, and my father, and my brother. 

A legacy that I must bear.All Rights Reserved

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The Before. There was a time before, a time of a great war, a time there were two kingdoms. War rampaged on the heels of jealousy bred by men's contemptuous hate and fueled by their desire to take what wasn't theirs. Two Kings fought wanting what the other had, holding the Bythe's fire at the tip of his knife The King of the South snuffed it out stealing with him the Jewel of the north. I am Bellary. I live with the tales of the before filling my dreams, and ringing in my ears, I am known as the Silent Princess of Loch. My voice was taken from me by force, an assassination failed. Left with the scars of my abusers to remind me and everyone daily. Haunted by nightmares, and faceless voices calling out to me I hide away in the walls of the castle, under the excuse that it's for my protection under the rule of my neurotic father and overprotective brother I have never tasted freedom. My father's constant fear that the men attacked me would be back to finish the job. I was insecure, maimed, and riddled with shame. The itch in my brain that I was missing something buzzed in my brain, there was a fire in my veins that called to be lit. With no words to speak I filled the void with the written word, I devoured the written word like a lioness hunting prey, and studying languages became my lover and I worshiped them passionately. Being a walking ghost among my kingdom, I heard words drifting on the wind, dripping from the walls and floating off of people like a permeating perfume. They were whispering warnings, the north was awakening, the north was angry, the north was coming. The north was seeking, the north was calling Ophelia home.