My father never really paid any attention to me.
His only use for me was as a spy, when he realized he could use me to gather information on the Queen.
I don't want the throne.
And so I find places to hide.
Places where they can never find me.
50 years in the future. 300 years in the past.
It never matters. It only matters that I can go somewhere that they aren't.
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