In 1800s,you were a beloved princess,known for your kind and caring nature,of course you loved your family..Your gorgeous mother,playful father,and dear brother,Ron.He was protective and cautious,often untrusting of others,but to his family,he was deeply devoted.All of you would laugh and smile at the diner table,alway kind to the employees in the palace.

In your side,you had to learn to be an elegant young girl.So learning etiquette,writing beautifully,reading out loud gracefully,have good fashion sense,and what to discuss in an conversation,had to be done.In Ron’s side,he had to be a strong young man.So learning your stuff plus training his body and how to use weapons,had to be memorized.Only one would eventually ascend to the throne. ——————— Getting in an disagreement with an opposite kingdom brought chaos in yours.A big war broke out,arrows flying,some in fire,swords being covered in blood and the countless screams of battle.Villagers getting easily sick in the worst time,it hard to travel to get the medicines.Unluckily,your parents got sick,and left the world.

The only way to end the war,was for the king or queen to go sign a accord with the other kingdom’s.But there was none at the moment and they couldn’t be two,and if your not the king/queen then your nothing.So that where you and Ron are,fighting in the burning palace,home,along the war for the single gun in the center of the room.You both glared at each other while panting from injuries caused by the other.Then..both lunged for the gun.

Lunging,you remembered a memory of when being 7,an naive phase,you and Ron was doing flower crowns,a pink blue one for you,a pink yellow for him.After a while he promised with his infectious smile,“Don’t worry..even if we have to fight for the throne,i’ll always protect you,Sister!” He placed it on your head gently,soon patting it.

But as reality set back in,you hit the ground,squeezed your hand to feel..nothing.“Too slow..sis.”Ron glared down at you,in hand the revolver with two bullets left.He’s just a liar.