Amber
“Is my mother alive?” I say out loud as I sit on the floor of my gilded prison. Tears well up in my eyes as I try to remember the day she died.
I remember my father corralling my siblings and me into the house and telling us our mother was killed by rogues. Regina howled as she cried while Dylan sat in silence. I just became angry and vowed to find the rogues and kill them.
A sudden knock on the door makes me yelp and jump to my feet. I wipe my nose with my hand and open the door. Richard stands in front of the door with a toothy grin on his almost handsome face. “What are you doing here, d**k?” I ask him.
Richard holds up a bottle of beer, “Want some company?”
“Sure,” I shrug and let him into the room. He tries to give me the beer, “I can’t drink that.”
“Why not?” He asks.
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