one last letter, addressedto my royal brother, one lastsignature to append. i scratchwords slow, deliberate as thefeet shuffle and men mumbleoutside the door that separatesme from what they believe mustbe certain doom. suddenlyrushed though they haven takenyears to take measure, to findthe exact coordinates to placeme in the careful square…

two treaties1,two sides,three deeds & signatures forthem all, allowedby the future queen-dauphin,everyone’s docile little paragon. in the beginning, it is loveand light and never the possibilitythat anything could turn dark,here in the glittering courtof my adoptive country. how is it you say there isa blot, the first blot(of many) on my…