Book: Princess Ash

Strange, how strong have power over us names.

In the end, it's just a symbol: food, music, clothes asterisque, but themselves astrazen no longer exists.

The power of the Prince Serena only emphasizes the weakness of the Kaiser, suddenly I realize, and now that the heir has returned to court, he will have to pay for it.

My majestic, strong mother was called "Queen of flames", and I derisively called "Princess ash".

Amelia was the last person, capable, as it seemed to me, to save me from this hell, he was the last hope that this nightmare will one day end. I thought I was killing it, killed that hope, but suddenly realize that it is not. The hope in my soul died, she was poorly a couple of smoldering embers, but I know that even one spark, you can fan the fire.

I'm broken, I don't remember how to smile, I can't even fake it. To be a Torah much easier, because it is an empty shell without a past and without a future. She has no desires, no anger, only fear, only submission.

You are a child of his mother. There comes a time the small birds to fly. You're going to fight. My Queen.

You can do this, you can live and fight.

When your day is done, comes the time for small birds to fly. Old crows the next day the time comes to die.

My thoughts are becoming more intense, and while I understand that such ideas are very dangerous, I can't make it stop. Moreover, the first time I don't want them to drown.

Kaiser merciful spared my life, but didn't do it out of kindness, I am aware of. He holds my hand to use against my own people.

I'm not a Queen, I have no subjects, and Astraea no more. By the grace of your Majesty I now just a court lady, the Princess of ashes. This is my rightful place, and nothing else, I do not want to.

In another life, I was another girl, another Princess. The girl kept saying that one day she will be Queen, but she did not want. In the end, to be a Queen is to live in a world where my mother would not, but that girl just could not afford such a present.

- Your Majesty wished to see me? I said, squatting so low a curtsy that nearly have your nose to the floor. Even ten years later, my bones continue to protest against this position. My body remembers - even if the rest of me forgot that I was not born to bow down.