I was walking with my dog, Lucky, in the on avenue M1 Avenue, near to Rothwell. The sun was shining and the cool wind made me shiver and the clouds were getting gray, I saw other another person with a dog like Lucky, but his dog looks angrier, I think that he was trying try to protect her, I decided to try to speak to talk her, she was a beautiful woman, I finally met her and it turns out that she was related to Queen Isabel II. I think we found in love at that moment, I'm the happiest man in the world right now, I wanted to took take her to the beach since she is so pale- she needed some color. We had to be very discreet, she wanted to be a ghost, nobody knows about his family’s past. She told me that journalists are so annoying and she wanted to live freely, without his family’s past. She wants to change his name. I think she has reasons to agree with his decisions. I don't blame her; we can leave the country, start a new life, learn a new language, escape from the world, get lots of tattoos, begin a new family with my name, conquer the world, live like ghosts, live in a dream. Reality is boring so we decided to create one; our reality, our freedom, without a past.
I hope this helps!!
Suerte!