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Log 3#
Jul 3, 2025
“You inherit a castle……”
Log 8#
“Take one of the characters from the play… Prince Hal, Falstaff, Poins, Hotspur, King, Northumberland, Worcester… splice into… one of the exercises"
It was in one foul night for one regal that became the most momentous day of my life. A far away king, worlds away from myself, slipped away from the mortal coil during his slumber. As his soul left this world, something arrived for me. A small parcel in the mail, inside it contained a somber letter, of this man's passing. I read the letter inside apathetically, I hadn't known this man until he had died and somehow it was his last known blood relative. Beside the letter the parcel contained several deeds, a plethora of them now in my name. I had miraculously inherited a king's entire livings, his, now mine. I found myself the not so proud owner of a castle and several other lands and palaces. I was unsure how one should respond to such a tragedy and miracle. A life was lost, a relative, even though I hadn't ever known of the man until his demise. It pains me so to be so benefitting from someone else's loss, but I suppose I shall have to lay my grievances in my newly obtained castle. (cont.)
As I arrive on the site after a long trip just to view the property I'm greeted by an overarching solemn metal gate. I begin to stress, I had no key or means to open this gate. “Would have been nice if that package had a key in it…” I mumble to myself in despair. I lean against the gate, angered “All this journey for a locked gate?!” As I say that the gate creaks open, I fall through. My head hits the ground and when I look up I see a young man behind me “Guess it wasn't locked” He speaks. I simply stared at him in shock, I didn't expect anyone to be here, I was meant to be the last living relative of the last inhabitant of this castle. “Are you going to stay sedentary and simply gape at me all day? Arise floor girl.” He turns around and walks towards the castle entrance quickly. Life comes back into my step as I scramble to gather my bearings and my dignity to follow after him. I step through the door and I spot the intruder sitting on a couch by the fireplace as if he'd belonged there. I ask “Who are you, intruder?" as he looks to me unimpressed, he stares me down before saying “Prince Hal, charmed” in lieu of greeting.