"Overbearing" is only a single way to describe my mother. Her bedazzled war-gowns say a lot about her, but so does her decision to curse our people and the citizens of Camelot. The prim and proper princess you imagine I am, exists, but is hidden beneath a horde of frustration. I have been under a lot of stress. What can I say? My mother is the Evil Queen. Years ago, Snow White, my stepsister, told a secret, and my grandmother crushed the heart of my mom's lover. (His name was Daniel) Somehow, my mother found it to be a good idea to do the same thing to me; his eyes were wide in agony the moment thick smoke enveloped us. I cannot stop seeing him in my dreams or my waking reality as I curl up into a ball on the floor. The padded cell is comfy and quite secure. More secure than necessary. A place where I live without memories. Until I escape. Little did I know that I had been in that tiny room for 28 years, and never aged a day. Will I ever see Merlin again, or will I embrace the darkness? I like to be called Tina (the cursed version of me)by the way. Never, under any circumstances, call me Teagan. I ended up deleting my Google account associated with @LiaBeame, so I also have this story on that profile, I originally started it there. It is also on the Fanfiction app if you wanna check it out!
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