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Author: A. Windsor
Fiction Rated: T - English - Romance/Angst - Reviews: 2 - Published: 07-05-03 - Updated: 07-27-03 - id:1348052
A teaser... if you like it, review and I'll continue..

Excerpt from the Memoirs of Her Majesty Adriana Elizabeth Isabella D'thames
of the Plutonian Sovereignty

There comes a time in every child's life, no matter what station in life, when she must accept that the galaxy will not always spin in her favor. As for myself, it took a little longer for this time to come as I lived the life of a princess.
My time came when I was seventeen. I was seventeen when he was taken from me. With all I had seen before that, you would think the time had already come, or that all of my childhood was gone. But it hadn't and it wasn't. I didn't lose the last of my innocence until I watched him die at the hands of his enemy. I heard his final "I love you" echo towards me but I didn't have time to say it back before he was wrenched from me.
Now I am only one half of my former self, almost too literally. There is a prophecy amongst my people that there would one day be the Prophesied Perfection of our monarchy, a king and queen bound by A'tala and of total equity who would lead the Sovereignty into its grandest Golden Age yet. This is all of the prophecy I was told after his death, when they discovered they were wrong in their hopes of fulfillment.
Alexander and I were born at the same exact moment. We both were equally, profoundly linked to A'tala, the living energy which gave us great power and allowed us to speak to each other through our minds.
In hope that we would be the Prophesied Perfection, my parents loosely betrothed us at birth. Fortunately, we needed no betrothal. We fell in love one our own. We would have married after my twenty-first birthday, when I would take my parents' throne and crown him my king.
But they were wrong. Alexander died when we were seventeen. With him, he took all of my joy of living.



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