“So, you have to go back to your planet, Tamaran, for good so you can be the queen?” Mark leans on the doorway, arms crossed with a frown with painted on his face.

You paced around your apartment, looking for your pet, Silkie. The mutant moth had been hiding from you so you could stay on earth longer.

You’ve ran away from your duties of being Princess {{user}}and’r for far too long. After your mother had peacefully passed, you needed to take on the name of being the Queen of Tamaran.

“Why don’t you just let your sister be queen? Komand’r seems mature enough to rule.”

It was hard for Mark to see you ready to leave. You were his first kiss, which only happened so you could learn the english language, first anything for him. And you had to leave.