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Hi! I’m Anna! ⋆.˚𖦹 16 𖦹˚.⋆

⋆.˚ Fandoms: Stranger Things, TFS, poto, Cabaret, The Hunger Games, Star Wars

⋆.˚𖦹 Hobbies: Crochet, knitting, sewing, reading, writing (ask me about historical fashion!)

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This is apart of a fantasy story idea that I’ve had for a while! lemme know if you like it or want more info on the characters :)

Make no mistake, I am not writing this down to be read, as I know that no one will ever find it in a state intact enough to decipher, I am writing it in a final attempt to expel my memories from my deteriorating brain and transfer my life into something tangible. I do not write to entertain, I write because it’s what I was instructed to do a lifetime ago, and it has become a habit that I cannot break. I am writing this because though many would still consider myself a youth, death has begun to grasp my shoulders early, as it did my father before me. Most would call it a curse, and in that sense my life has been filled with them, but I have long known my fate and since accepted it.

   Nepotism has always fueled my lifestyle. I was born the son of a very powerful man, the king’s most trusted advisor and friend. Upon the death of my mother it became apparent that I was not only the heir to my father’s wealth and titles, I was also his only child. This meant that I was precious gem that had to be protected. My status dictated that I should be enveloped in castle life and royal culture, so that I could best learn how to advise the future king when the time came. My father, however, refused to allow me to begin my apprenticeship and barred me from stepping foot in the castle.