Sixty-Six:
Princess Ashden
The last time I’d seen my Mother, I was five years-old. I remembered it was summer. We were down by the lake that was not far from the palace, having a picnic. It was me, my Mother, my father, my brother and my younger sisters. Our guards were nearby, watching. It had been a sunny day and I remembered that there had been a footman who had run out towards us.
I saw my Mother, who was sitting on our picnic blanket. She was blond, like me, with the same brown eyes that I had. She looked in the direction of where the runner was coming from. I was playing with my sisters, and we were dancing around a maypole that had been set up and singing. But I had always been able to sense when trouble was coming. It was something that came from being the oldest sister and
