And now we return to the beginning of the story; in February of 1933. I'm going to write this serial in tune with the months; hence whatever season it is in real life, so it shall be in the story! 

...let me know what you think! 

Millie turned an ashy white and sat down heavily on a nearby chair. Gianna placed a hand on her sister's shoulder and tried to look brave, though she was shaking and tears were still falling down her cheeks.

'Edward... what you are about to hear, you must not utter to a single soul.' Millie said, after an agonizing silence, 'It has been a long guarded secret of our family.'

I sat down next to her and looked earnestly at her.

'I promise you that I won't speak a word to anyone...'

I think she honestly didn't see me at first. Gianna was about to open her mouth to warn her of my presence as she came down the hill to meet her, but was stopped when Millie let out a cry of surprise.

'Edward! What... on earth!'

'No time to explain you see, kind of in a tough spot!' I shouted back, trying to concentrate again on the task at hand.

Here you go! Prolouge, part two! Be sure to visit my writing blog for pictures and updates, as well as side-stories that I plan on doing in the future! 

www.charlieandmewrite.blogspot.com

Hello AP, it's been a while. A long while in fact. But I only just had an inspiration to write this up today, and wonder what you all think of it. Does it make you want to read more? Do you want to know more about the characters? I'm thinking of turning this in a serial, but want to know if anyone would be interested in reading it! 

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'Why are you crying?'

(This is a sequel to the fiction I wrote recently titled: "Our Wills are Unbreakable". This one, however, it written from England's perspective...)

Rocheller, Kent, England

August 17th, 1776 A.D.

Dear Brother,     

The room was dark. It hurt her eyes to have it lighted more than dimly. Her head ached regardless. She was queen, and she was dying. Dying. And had no heir.
She sighed heavily. She was faintly aware of having done so several times within the last five minutes. And her weary mind kept on its futile trek around and around in a circle of indecision. Every time she came back to the thought of her young cousin, in France, she would linger and sigh.
He said her cousin couldn’t be queen.