I was convinced by my daughter to write an autobiography with her. 

She has long copied my love of literature and now wants to spread her own ideas to the world. 

So here we are. Writing next to each other within the comfortable library of our castle. 

Her nightgown shakes as she furiously writes on her parchment. Her nose naturally wrinkles as she concentrates in such a cute way. 

Her mother is not much of a fan of writing, but nevertheless she takes casual glances while she holds a book in front of her beautiful face.

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Ha, I can't help but laugh at this peaceful environment. 

I have so many people to thank for this wonderful scene, I hope that as I write their stories through my point of view I do them the justice they deserve.

Of course, this biography will be written through both me and my daughter’s views. 

As my daughter wished, instead of two separate books the stories are written together. I will start each chapter with mine, and the chapter will end with hers. 

This is her first novel, but she’s old enough to project a better understanding of the world when she was younger. 

So I must warn you that they will be distinct writing styles, and we have decided that we would not filter our experiences no matter how painful. 

Please enjoy…