According to his law, I was an outcast and a traitor.
This is my story.
It is a story of good and evil, upendo and hate, passion and peace, suffering and sacrifice. It is an adventure, a romance - my metamorphosis, and my song.
It is no less than my story, but it can be very much more, depending on the reader.
The land I lived in was ruled kwa a King. He was good and gracious, just and perfect - and I hated the very sound of his name. I lived my life outside of his laws, calling down curses on his name, because I despised him. Because he was the King - he was in control, not me. Because he was just, and I had broken his laws too many times to count....
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