TITLE: K. Stoker
GENRE: YA Fantasy
Write it all down, he said. From the beginning, he said. Stupid Alistair, he didn’t explain why I’m writing this journal, probably so if I die, he’ll have something interesting to read.
I live – well I guess I lived – in the Mountain Kingdom of Montros until the King’s nephew was killed ten days ago. Was it really only ten days ago? I’m not very good at keeping time straight, which makes this journal even more ironic.
As one of the Montros’ lowly servants I live to serve the royal family with joy and diligence in all that I do… excuse me while I gag. I had aspired to be one of the protectors, but I, uh, failed my tests. Which was rather stupid and really not my fault. The King’s nephew wasn’t even in danger and even if he had been the twit probably deserved to be killed.
All right, maybe that’s a little harsh considering one of the King’s nephews did die… but I’m getting ahead of myself. Should I even bother talking about the attack on the King? Cripes, if that boy weren’t so beautiful, I wouldn’t do anything he said. There, Alistair, I said you were attractive. I doubt you’re surprised.
I became unwillingly involved in this ten (eleven?) days ago, when I was trying to avoid working in the kitchens. I had stayed out past curfew to watch the moons cross paths, and since they only do that once a year, I felt justified.
Madame Carine, however, disagreed with my decision.