...but that was all taken away, and my Princess Anastasia was now gone.
Even now, after over a hundred years, maybe even two hundred, I still mourn the loss. She was more than a princess; she was my heart. She was one of the only people that was not afraid of me. Instead she would run up to me and hug me as if I was family to her. Maybe I was.
"Dude, did you not hear my totally awesome plan to end communism in North Korea?"
Ah, yes! I completely forgot that I am at a world conference, and I have been ignoring another one of Alfred's