Julia Łuc

Julia Łuc

Julia Łuc
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Della)) I sit on the sofa in the Woman's Room, doodling mindlessly in my journal. The words were scribbled in Latvian, thankfully. They are the only sense of security I have left. I close the journal and sigh. I feel so happy here, and I've only been here for two days. I smile warmly at the woman approaching me and I smile. "Hello, Your Majesty."

I will not sit silently and let him take his own sweet time. No, these are my people, this is my duty, and I shall prove myself worthy to be called princess.