Castillo
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Kelia and Estella were enjoying their simple life. The last thing they wanted was to be sent away to work at the Boreas Regium castle. The only thing worse than being sent to BR castle though, was being sent away. As their lives twist and unfold around them, the twins are left pondering who they really are and whether or not they will be able to grasp the true love that awaits them. A story rather reminiscent of the False Prince Bear with me, this is my first ever story, and I'm terrible at descriptions. Also, I'm dyslexic and can't spell. so again sorry Also, please don't take this story, I've worked very hard on it. I'll try to update soon. Please comment! I would love to see if anyone is actually reading this! If anyone has any ideas for a cover by all means I would love to see it!
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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.

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