Lost Princess Of Gondor (NEW VER.)
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  • Parts 5
  • Time 1h 23m
Ongoing, First published Jul 01, 2016
Annabelle ran from home at the young age of 11 years old. She ran from the duties she knew she would have and because she did not see herself being a good enough Queen for her people. Since she found a new life to call her own, using a new name was part of it and a new family. 

Read more to find out more when she runs into old familiar faces from the past! 

This is a revised version so if you've read this before, it will appear different!

*June 5th 2020*

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It will be updated when I have the time to finish revising chapters and getting them up. This one is much longer than the previous version I had up on Wattpad with longer chapters, better plot placements, and characters too have also gotten a bit of a revamp. 

*October 20th 2020*

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Still working on this story, been busy with school but I haven't forgotten about it since I revisit the chapters I have drafted and set up. Just making sure they're of good enough writing quality to post and follow what I intend for the major plot lines and story

*March 30th 2021
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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.