Hello, babies.
I wrote this story "A Prince Who Only Meets Death As His End." when I was young. Back then, I published it as nothing more than a silly little idea for my own entertainment. I never thought I’d come this far. 60k and counting? The little kid in me would have never believed that this day would come.
I’ve grown as I write. Some things shifted, some things changed, and somehow, you guys grew with me.
But, to be honest… I don’t know how to continue this story anymore.
I’ve been scared to come back. Every time I look at it, I see so many things I want to change, so many scenes that make me cringe, and so many loose ends I never knew how to tie. For the longest time, I thought I had to fix everything before I could move forward. I thought I had to make it perfect.
But I realized something.
The messy parts aren’t mistakes. They’re proof of where I started. They’re proof of my younger self, writing with nothing but a big imagination and a heart full of stories.
And somehow, some of those stories are still here—in my head, refusing to leave.
So I’m going to try.
Not to rewrite the past, but to carry it forward.
I might change things. I might shift directions. I might stumble along the way, and that’s okay. I’m not seven anymore, but that little girl is still here, writing alongside me.
Thank you for loving my beginning. Thank you for waiting for me.
And most of all, thank you for growing with me.
I hope you’ll stay with me as I find my way through the rest of this story.
With all my love,
Your author ♡