The Point Of Exile

"You'll never know what it's like to go from a pit of vipers to a den of bloodthirsty wolves," she snaps.

"Believe me Princess, I know."

. . .

From the day she recognized the significance of her life, she recognized also the critical gazes ready to tear her apart for any of her flaws, mistakes or shortcomings. As if she was nothing but a germ to be placed under a microscope.

Scrutinized.

Dissected.

Criticized.

Not once was she left to be herself; never left to spread her wings, to explore the simple pleasures of life, or to so much as view the outside world from a place that was not her bedroom window.

But a caged bird will still find a way to sing, and a crippled bird will still find a way to move.

And so she did.

At the expense of her title, she found a way to sing. At the expense of her daily comforts, she found a way to escape.

But is she ready for the real world to bare it's gnarled, wicked fangs and leave her in the arms of criminals?

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Word count: 2,500 per chapter - to be completed with 35 to 40ish chapters.

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1800s medieval theme; combined with outlaws, forbidden love and a runaway princess. It's a roller coaster, believe me ;)

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