The Queen had nearly lost her life at the hands of her youngest son. Her eldest daughter, her only daughter, had lost her life by shoving her mom out of the way! The Queen had told the guards to lock her youngest son in the dungeon until he died. After 13 years in prison the young prince who had been 17 at the time he was put in prison was now 30. He wanted out, in his mind he hadn't done anything wrong. He was delusional and didn't understand why he had been put in prison! The queen's eldest son was trapped in grief at the loss of his twin sister and knew that he would never be able to console his mother. He was filled with rage at the fact that his step-father wasn't even sad at the loss of his step-daughter, in fact he even supported his son! His mother couldn't even have her guards kill him! He was a twisted man. But he was also the former captain of the Royal Guard. After his son had been in the dungeon for 13 years he ordered the guards to release his son. When they refused he threatened their lives!

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I write to express myself. When I write, it doesn't matter about what people think of me, it only matters what I think of me. I can use my imagination, through my writing to transport myself into the life I used to have. I can lose myself in my writing. I can use writing to tell my beliefs, culture, and imagination. I am me through my writing. It doesn't matter who I'm writing to, it matters what I'm writing. I can be me or I can be who I want to be while writing. It doesn't matter to me what I write as long as I am writing.