ZAHARA POV
i remember when those times where simple. im now 17, living with my mother, father, and twin brother. my brother and i are close, but not to the point where i tell him everything. My mother is pretty nice, and my father is pretty nice too, considering he's king and everything.
"Yo sis! what are you doing?"
My brother, Larz, can be a royal pain. but not all the time though.
"nothing much, just thinking about stuff. what ya up to, pumpkin head?"
"well, mom just wanted me to tell you to get ready for your big day!" he quickly runs out, going back to getting ready for the day. I looked out the window and sighed. why cant everything be.. normal for us? i mean i get that we are royals, but jeez, let me go and get my hands bloody for once. all i ever wanted was to get dirty, but yet again, my parents wont let that happen. they're always so worried about me, but i'm fine, i could protect myself.
i looked at myself in the mirror. as i got myself together, i smiled slightly. i never thought this day would come until i'm like, 25, but my father has handed his thrown down to me. i thought it would happen when hes gone? but that's beside the point.
"ZAHARA, ARE YOU READY??" My father called.
"YES, IM READY!"
"come down, my little lilac! its time to go."
that's my queue.
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Love Is War (re-imagined)
General FictionLarz and Zahara are under some great distress as their the only ones left in their family. As their cautious, they try to come up with a plan to escape and continue theyre royal family blood.
