Soon enough it was 11:00 pm. Time for my grand entrance. I walked to the doors to the second floor of the ballroom. The band quieted down. The chatter was hushed. The two doors slowly opened. I softly smiled. Then I took step by step down the middle of the grand staircase. As I got to the bottom a path cleared straight to the front where all of the seven thrones were. Two were empty, mother's and mine. I glided softly to the throne reserved for me. I turned and sat softly and gracefully. I still wanted my father to be proud of me.
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Forgotten
FantasyY/N was born the middle child that was usually forgotten. So one day she decided to make an evil plot so she could rule. All until him.
