My name is Georg von Leopold, twelfth son of a noble family and because of that, not a heir to the family throne any time soon. I was born on a hive world, one I longer care to recall or remember. I do remember living in top of a spire, above the cloud level, far from the pollution and the unwashed masses below us. I also remember my siblings. Most of them were a horrible lot, except for dearest Ophelia, our eldest sister, heir to the family throne and everything our parents had hoped for. She was about the only decent one in the bunch. I wonder if the old man is dead and cremated and that she's running the show now. She'd make a good leader.
I feel like I'm rambling now, keeping a journal is all rather new to me.
- G.
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