Prolog
09.08.1836
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight steps length. One, two, three, four, five and a half steps wide. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten steps diagonally through the room. Eight, ten, five and a half. Eight. As if the number haunts me. Since the day I was born. On August eighth. Eight pm. Isolde the eighth. And on exact that day. Exactly 18 years later I get arrested. Locked up in a tiny room. To tiny for a crowned queen to be in. And oddly enough i wasn’t allowed to take the crown off. Eight worlds rest on my shoulders. Eight days I will spend in this chamber. And then I‘ll say my last goodbye.
Signed
Isolde R.
