I have decided to confess to you who has been sworn to secrecy—my one love, my true love, my only love. But he is gone. He was a peasant in the kingdom, and my loving him was completely forbidden. They banished him. He lives on land now—they changed him and took him halfway across the world—after all, they couldn't punish me; I'm the one and only heir to the throne.
I cannot speak his name, for my world would be destroyed by my mother as easily as it is to pick up a feather. My secret place would be briefly known by everyone, and then it would be destroyed—letting the powerful magical waters leak into the ocean—a completely horrifying thing. The ocean would be destroyed because the only good magic left in the ocean resides there—the rest of the ocean is made of dark magic; the only reason I know charms is because of the Lake. If the two types of magic met in any way, chaos would ensue.
However, if I had time to prepare, the Elders would tell me how to change like my love has, and I could venture onto land to find him. That would be perfect—but the world that I know would be gone—lost forever in the depths of the abyss.