My name is Goldylocs and I've made a horrible mistake. Treason, actually. I should be dead. I guess the King went easy on me because I'm his daughter. Well.... I guess it's not really going easy on me. But I did commit treason more than once. And it's the worst type of treason. The bear type. My father hates bears, ever since one bite off half his face. I guess don't blame him for his hatred towards bears, but selling your daughter into slavery, and in a different country no less, is a bit harsh.
My first act of treason was when I was eight. I said to my nursemaid, "Don't you think it's wrong that all the bears are dying?" But I didn't get punished for that one, merely corrected.
My second act of treason was when I was eleven. I had saved a bear cub from hunters. That one I did get punished for.
But my worst act of treason was when I married a bear at age eighteen. In my defense, he's not a real bear... and I guess we technically aren't married seeing as my father's soldiers crashed the wedding halfway through.
Well, this is my story. It's a tad complicated and in some parts might seem familiar. I hear that the bards told a story based on me, based because they changed it a lot. But I believe they spelled my name Goldilocks.