Years ago, too far back for me to remember when it happened, I liked to roam the forests, keeping away from everyone and everything.
I was at peace, after all, I was doing what I wanted to do but that did not change the fact that I felt incredibly lonely. Not that I would like to admit it to anyone.
No one knows enough about me to say anything and, if I am being honest, I liked things like that. It was perfect, everything was perfect. Well … as perfect as I would like myself to believe it to be, I am sure I had my own problems but I want to remember those days fondly so I might be a little biased.
Anyway, I, unfortunately, had the unlucky opportunity to be 'at the right place and at the right time', as the king said when he saw me. He is a real pain in the ass, if you asked me.
