Seven kingdoms and prohecy

1933 Hannah. My name is Hannah, and I am princess of Brone. yes, the actual princess, the only child of my parents. My conception is one of those stories they tell around campfires, with children gathered, cross legged and bright eyed. And when it ends, those stay seated waiting for more, knowing it's over. But when I hear the story of my conception, the hairs on my skin stand on end, and I am humbled. But I am reminded, that life is a gift, my life is a gift, and I must honour that and not take it for granted. My people are a blessing, and I must remember my responsibilty to them.

with all this said, another story begins, My name is Hannah, princess of Brone, And my Kingdom is being threatened. My people fear, and the anxiety of what comes next eats at them. it eats at all of us, causing us to shudder whenever we remember, and making us- some, if not all- want to hide, run, and keep the evil, keep the dark away. But we can't all hide you see. we can't all run away. Heaven knows , the hiding, the running would be all but welcome right now, so easy. But so wrong. I can save them, it's my destiny, I believe. Although papa and mama, refuse to acknowledge this. They'd rather I stay at out of something so vile and destructive. I don't blame them, but their request is a hard one, an impossible one. But I feel it, the dread, the certainty that something big is coming. I'm no mystic, but I guess it's safe to say, I'm no stranger to strange. So yes, truly, I feel it. The darkness, the pull of it, the tug of it, the sadistic euphoria, the emptiness, the destruction... And I no choice but to let it come, and then when it is time, to stay, to sit with it, and to fight against it.