Prologue

It has been years since I've written anything in this thing... More like almost ten years... Is it pathetic that I'm turning to it now? I bet my brother would get some laughs out of this. I can hear his voice now, telling me what a fool I must have been

In my darkest hour though, with no one to turn too... A journal is all I have.

Before my dying moment... before I endure the Rite of Tranquility... a tale of woe perhaps?

A man who had become my life was my destruction... A man who sought to end the tyranny of our country... to become King? Betrayal... Despair, Love, Grief... My story has it all.

Just hear my out.

Read this journal whoever you may be. There is a lot to learn from the mistakes of others. I hope you learn from mine. For no mortal should endure what this tale speaks of. No man, or woman should be ripped away from each other...

Friends...? No.

All I had was him...

Read my tale. Make this a fairytale for children to learn. Make my story one to remember.

If you promise to yourself to read my journal... I will promise you a story to remember.