REIGN
If you ask me why I am on the run, I don't think I can provide you with a constructive reason; I've never been the one to forfeit a fight, nor was I a scaredy-cat at all. Nothing fazes me, not even my father when he was breathing and had the world around his fingers, provided my cousin, the weak one, below the heels of my shoes.
Countless times, I've considered terminating this pointless trip and ordering the captain to take a turn back to my house. There is nothing to run from; I didn't do anything wrong, although many would disagree, including the girl I stayed up two days trying to impress. If not for Mathias, who worried too much and consistently brought up my grandmother's dead body that was lying in the house as the most accessible lure that could cage me in a cell for the
