Summary of the Slow Prison Life
Prince Elliot barged in during what should have been my happily ever after moment, accusing me of some huge mistake I honestly can't recall. It felt weirdly sudden and unfair, but I pushed through it, figuring maybe they were just overreacting or something. Queen's education and all that fuss from the servants... yeah, definitely not my favorite part of being royalty.
But then? They dragged me off! Out of nowhere, straight to this dungeon thing. My mind is still buzzing with confusion about the whole "sins" bit – didn't I just say no crimes committed?
Anyway, right now it feels less like a royal duty and more like... freedom? No Quillbot here!
Seriously, what was that party anyway? All the stress and drama! And Prince Elliot being so annoyingly persistent...
So, you know what? This forced slow-down in my life sounds pretty good. Less noise, maybe even *more* time to chill – "Slow Prison Life," indeed! It feels like a real vacation compared to all that frantic court stuff.
Wait, no offense taken, but this place is definitely quieter than the palace hallways. And honestly? I kinda missed having space just for me. These slow days are exactly what the doctor ordered...
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