{Prologue}

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"You have to go," my mother whispered urgently to my father," You just being here is threatening my whole country and I might lose the throne." My father shook his head and looked down.
"I thought you loved me, I thought you loved your daughter. You would give us up for your crown," my father muttered and looked over to me.

"She's young. She won't remember this. Go somewhere safe, away from here," my mother stated and turned away heading back up the path that led to the castle that would've been my home, leaving my father behind with my small hand in his.

Word Count: 107

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