Ha ha. And here we go again. I never do know what to say in places like this. And still, here I am, blabbering on. Yay me.

Well, what about me? I had slain my first dragon at the age of two. (My father was so proud!) I still keep his bones at the top of my mantelpiece. (My dad's, that is.) My best friend is Loch Ness and I'm giving Big Foot dancing lessons. Trust me, he needs them! I was supposed to be happily married to a prince, but for some unknown reason, he took a bite of a poisoned apple (where did he get that I will never know) and feel into a deep coma. So now I'm unhappily super rich, bathing in gold and dictating my own country. The sorrow, the sorrow. My evil stepmother is a crude witch who is teaching me the craft with great patience. I just hope I can live up to her expectations. And since I made everyday the "bother the Queen an suffer the consequences"-day, I've been having a lot of free time to do what I please. And, you know, after I got tired of filling the prison with poor innocents, you know how it can be sometimes, I remembered about this place.

So for the time being, I'm a royal writer enjoying myself .

You do believe me. Right?