Her Royal Highness...

This morning Drafo came for me. There was an unreadable expression in his face and I stared at him for a long time, as if for the first time not understanding my long time friend.

I like to consider myself a leader. In fact, I like to think that no task is impossible for yours truly. Yeah... I'm smart, I'm strict... people follow me, and most of the time, I tend to... be reserved about my emotions (at least a little). In meetings, back then when I was leader of the rebels, I was extremely tough. That's the sort of person I am.. I am completely *me*when I feel safe and when I'm in a comfortable environment.

Okay... YOU DON'T CARE about this, DO YOU?

Honestly, ask yourselves, why the fuck would you care what I write about?

My feelings... my life... HA hA do you REALLY care? Pfft, you must be bored if you do...

But you MIGHT AS WELL START CARING...

For various reasons:
- I'm a fucking living legend in Fantasia, I've made history
- I'm probably the most revolutionary being you'll ever meet
- I'm Ashley Vasser, for God's sake... you say my name in Fantasia and people ADMIRE it

However.... ABOVE ALL THOSE REASONS...

I'M GOING TO BE CROWNED QUEEN OF IMBROSS. I'm THE QUEEN! QUEEN!! ME! ME! HA HA HA!

......................

Okay.

I breathed.

Thing is this. When my parents 'died' in the great War... I couldn't be declared Queen because, DUH, there was no KINGDOM to start with. But NOW, my father, considering my excellent development, has decided to hand DOWN THE CROWN. You better BOW to HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, ME.

The coronation will be soon, but I don't think it'll ever be soon enough.

BUT OH MY GOD.

QUEEn

QUEEN ASHLEY.

If you think i'm excited writing this, you should see my face.