WIP Library discussion

It has been a few years since I arrived. I don't remember the last time I celebrated my birthday; I think it was about three or four years ago, but I can't keep track of time. I wanted to be with my family every day, but after the first year, I knew I wasn't going to see them again. I've seen people come and go, mostly people in fancy clothes, probably the rich folk seeing if they could get more land from them. Many of the servants were little girls or boys, and as we got older, we had to learn to do more chores like folding clothes, making food (mostly soup), and many other things just to survive. The king and queen always loomed over us, watching like hawks, looking at us like we were their prey or something, which scared me a lot.

Of course, everything scared me in a large castle like this, especially the rats. The rats horrified me. They were so big! You could compare them to cats, and even then, they would be bigger. Why were they so big you may ask? There were piles of just well... let's say horrors in the dungeons and that's what they fed on.