“You murdered Thyra?! Who are you?! What the actual he-“

“She left me with no choice, Seb.” The queen replied.

“What do you MEAN?! DO NOT CALL ME SEB. From now on, you will call me Sebastian.”

“Don’t bark orders at me! I am your mother! I am the queen!”

“Well I won’t be the prince anymore! I won’t be your son anymore! I hate you! You hear me?! I hate you!”

Sebastian left the palace with the thought of his mother killing his beloved Thyra.

“I miss you, my Thyra. Don’t worry, you will be remembered.” Sebastian mumbled.

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And I never saw him again. I closed my book and laid it back out for others to create articles of. My book was a bestseller.

“You knew Prince Sebastian?” A reporter asked me. “How did you know him? Did you know him well?” The reporter asked non-stop questions.

“Yes,” I answered, “Because I was the queen.”