Before you even start reading this I need to tell you something. I am the last living true descendent of King James the First.

And if you think this isn't true, and you think that the Queen of England is too, hate to break it to you, but you're wrong. She might be a descendent but not a true one. She has French blood, Russian blood, and Spanish blood. And who knows what other kings and queens she's descendent from.

What makes me so different? Well, I'm 100% English.

When King James had my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother he gave her away because it was his daughter and not his wife's. But his sister's! When he gave her away he gave her to the Lilias. (The Lilias are what we now call the pilgrims.)

They raised her taught her how to read and write much like a princess would. King James was allowed to see his daughter but only at night and when she was sleeping.

My great-great-great-great-great-grandmother, Katherine, knew nothing about her royal heritage until her eighteenth birthday. And I know this for a fact because she wrote it down in her journal passed down through my family since she died.

June 16

I found out whom my father was today. It was about midnight when he came, my father. He has only been able to come at night when I was sleeping for my protection. He told me I would be executed if anyone knows whom I really was. All this time I have been thinking I was born a pauper, a peasant, every time I looked at the castle I looked at it with envy. But really I should be there.

I am Princess Katharine Elizabeth James. King James' sisters lost child and his daughter.

For all you who didn't believe me at first there's your proof.

After we came to Plymouth there were endless supplies of full blood English boys who want to have kids with my family. With our red hair that seamed to glow in the sunshine and our flawless perfection.

But as time wore on it became harder and harder to find true English people to marry into the family. But we eventually found a nice enough suitor to have the descendent to marry and have kids with.

About a hundred years ago someone started killing off my family one by one. We were small as far as families go. So a year ago there were only three of us left.

My father, my grandmother, and me.

I was away at the harvest festival for the Lilias. One person from the Descendents, as we're called, has to be there to light the torch of corn. And this year it was my turn. So my grandmother and my father stayed home. While I was away, someone snuck into our house and killed of them. One gun shot to the head.

And ever since then I have been on the run with my mother.

Hi. I'm Elisabeth Alexandria James. And this is my story.