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From Lord Of Utterdom
Your eyes flutter open, and immediately your head begins to throb. You sit up from a thin straw mattress and realize you're in a small stone room. Standing over you is your father, glaring angrily, and the fat man who was stirring the kettle.
"Is what this man told me true?" Your father asks. "He says he caught you violating his young daughter."
You say nothing, instead choosing to rub at the lump on the back of your head.
"You are sick and twisted," your father says. "I cannot believe you sprang from my loins."
He turns to leave the small stone room, through an iron door with several lock on the outside. "You will trouble this kingdom no more with your wickedness. The last thing we need is for the realm to think I allow you to do what you please."
You spend the rest of your life locked in the castle's tower, and you never see your father again. You are treated better than you should be, fed, bathed, and clothed, but the solitude drives you mad over the years.
After what feels like eons in the tower, you stop eating, and waste away, to be forgotten by the kingdom and by history itself.
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