MorganaLeFay
Still Alive and Kickin
June 21, year 79, Veroce Dynasty
I don’t remember much of my childhood. It’s a blur of pink taffeta, dinners with faceless important people, and chaperoned meetings with princely suitors. There are a few moments I remember as clear as day though. My mother’s rare smile, the way she and my father danced in the main room of our apartments, the day that I saw them die.
It’s not that long ago that I stopped being a child, a few weeks at the most. Maybe the fever affected my head. Maybe I just don’t have cause to remember. Besides being royalty, my life thus far has been marjorly uneventful. Up until just about a month ago.
Jacob told me it might be a good idea to keep record of what happened, just in case this world is able to reshape itsself into the peaceful place it used to be. Someone will need to know the truth, and the truth won’t come from my uncle.
I should start with some backstory, just in case this journal ends up in the history books.
My name is Speranza Veroce. I am the fourth heir in the Veroce Dynasty. My uncle, Damian, is the current king, and since he has no children of his own, he had chosen me to succeed him, since I am his sister’s daughter. I had also been betrothed to the young son of one of my uncle’s major allies, Jacob, the prince of what used to be France, so that when he came of age, he would inherit both my country and New Franco.
My parents, Isabelle Veroce and Andrew McCallen (my mother kept her maiden name so I would bear the same name as my royal ancestors), were my uncle’s leading scientests and advisors. They are the ones who came up with the drug that allows humans to resist radiation poisoning, the one now used worldwide.
My uncle is a dangerous man, and there have been many wars in his short reign, but recently, he wanted to rage war on a relatively peaceful neighboring country. My parents advised strongly against it, to the point where they planned to assassinate my uncle before he could start the war. My uncle found out about the plot against him, and ordered my parents to be executed. The bastardo also planned to execute me along with them, but I did not know this at the time.
Damien executed my parents in the ampitheater. I was watching in the front row. After their headless bodies, and my vomit, were cleaned up, Damien ordered the royal guard to bring me forward. Although I am only ten years old, well, almost eleven, I realized what was happening and was able to escape and hide in the castle. I know all the hiding places there, as Jacob and I played hide- from- the- hunter quite often. I didn’t escape unscathed though. One of the guards had slashed my back with his sword, it wasn’t very deep, but it was long and bled a lot. I’m surprised I survived the blood loss.
When I thought it was safe to leave, I snuck out underneath the cover of night. My plan was to come here, to Jacob’s country. The castles were not that far apart, only about a week’s time on foot. During that week, the cut on my back became dangerously infected. By the time I reached Jacob’s home, I was half dead. Jacob’s father, King Antione, took me in and had his own personal physicians take care of me. He has always told me that I was like the daughter he never had (legittimally. He never said that to me, but I figured it out anyway. The man has a large harem).
During our arranged meetings as children, Jacob and I had become good friends. I heard from one of the servants that he almost never left my bedside during my recovery. I don’t remember much, as my head was clouded with fever.
It has been about a week and a half since I have been able to unction like a normal human being. King Antione has been considering breaking off the alliance he has with my uncle as a result of his actions. It’s starting to get dark, and I don’t want to use any of the valuable candles. I guess this is goodbye for now. I’ll write again when something of consequence happens.
Che la fortuna sia con noi,
Speranza Veroce
I don’t remember much of my childhood. It’s a blur of pink taffeta, dinners with faceless important people, and chaperoned meetings with princely suitors. There are a few moments I remember as clear as day though. My mother’s rare smile, the way she and my father danced in the main room of our apartments, the day that I saw them die.
It’s not that long ago that I stopped being a child, a few weeks at the most. Maybe the fever affected my head. Maybe I just don’t have cause to remember. Besides being royalty, my life thus far has been marjorly uneventful. Up until just about a month ago.
Jacob told me it might be a good idea to keep record of what happened, just in case this world is able to reshape itsself into the peaceful place it used to be. Someone will need to know the truth, and the truth won’t come from my uncle.
I should start with some backstory, just in case this journal ends up in the history books.
My name is Speranza Veroce. I am the fourth heir in the Veroce Dynasty. My uncle, Damian, is the current king, and since he has no children of his own, he had chosen me to succeed him, since I am his sister’s daughter. I had also been betrothed to the young son of one of my uncle’s major allies, Jacob, the prince of what used to be France, so that when he came of age, he would inherit both my country and New Franco.
My parents, Isabelle Veroce and Andrew McCallen (my mother kept her maiden name so I would bear the same name as my royal ancestors), were my uncle’s leading scientests and advisors. They are the ones who came up with the drug that allows humans to resist radiation poisoning, the one now used worldwide.
My uncle is a dangerous man, and there have been many wars in his short reign, but recently, he wanted to rage war on a relatively peaceful neighboring country. My parents advised strongly against it, to the point where they planned to assassinate my uncle before he could start the war. My uncle found out about the plot against him, and ordered my parents to be executed. The bastardo also planned to execute me along with them, but I did not know this at the time.
Damien executed my parents in the ampitheater. I was watching in the front row. After their headless bodies, and my vomit, were cleaned up, Damien ordered the royal guard to bring me forward. Although I am only ten years old, well, almost eleven, I realized what was happening and was able to escape and hide in the castle. I know all the hiding places there, as Jacob and I played hide- from- the- hunter quite often. I didn’t escape unscathed though. One of the guards had slashed my back with his sword, it wasn’t very deep, but it was long and bled a lot. I’m surprised I survived the blood loss.
When I thought it was safe to leave, I snuck out underneath the cover of night. My plan was to come here, to Jacob’s country. The castles were not that far apart, only about a week’s time on foot. During that week, the cut on my back became dangerously infected. By the time I reached Jacob’s home, I was half dead. Jacob’s father, King Antione, took me in and had his own personal physicians take care of me. He has always told me that I was like the daughter he never had (legittimally. He never said that to me, but I figured it out anyway. The man has a large harem).
During our arranged meetings as children, Jacob and I had become good friends. I heard from one of the servants that he almost never left my bedside during my recovery. I don’t remember much, as my head was clouded with fever.
It has been about a week and a half since I have been able to unction like a normal human being. King Antione has been considering breaking off the alliance he has with my uncle as a result of his actions. It’s starting to get dark, and I don’t want to use any of the valuable candles. I guess this is goodbye for now. I’ll write again when something of consequence happens.
Che la fortuna sia con noi,
Speranza Veroce
