Many stories have been lost from the time I call my own. Lives forgotten and dreams lost. But I am here to tell you a particular story about a particular princess.
But it a really started before her, when her father, king Albert took the thrown. He was a handsome man, but was unsuccessful with the people of Mocford. You see, he wasn't the first born. His brother had died on a hunting trip, killed by a dragon.
Albert had never been the towns favourite. It had always been the brother. Even tho Albert was extremely skilled in weapons and war, his brother was great at all of the subjects.
Even as a child Albert had always been the kid who stole the cake or had pulled a prank. His brother had been the Goodie two shoes and stolen Mocfords love.
But this story isn't about Albert, or his dead brother. This story is about a girl named Isabelle, the princess of Mocford.
