B E T R O T H E D

I N T R O D U C T I O N

D I S C L A I M E R

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Pictures and videos used in the story do not belong to the author and are used solely for entertainment purpose.

D E S C R I P T I O N

Not everyone has a dream. Some people live in their imagination, and it's normal. I'm not saying healthy, just okay. Alazea was one of them. Well, at least until her sixteenth birthday, when she found out that she was betrothed to one of the seven princes within a fortnight after her birth.

But sadly, she doesn't know which one of the seven it is.

Generally, girls would be delighted to find out they're going to be a part of a royal family, but Alazea didn't want that mainly because she didn't know a thing about the person she was destined to marry.

So now her only dream was to run away from this situation as fast as possible. But the walls of the castle are too high to climb. Will she be able to resist the temptations of the seven hot men, or will she end up falling for one?

P R O L O G U E

"Oh, here comes the princess," a freshman mocked as I entered the class.

I rolled my eyes. This joke is never-ending.

Lowering my head, I took a seat beside the only person who knew me personally, my neighbour and best friend, Carla.

Okay, I'm guessing you don't know a lot about me, so let me introduce myself.

Hello. I am Alazea Dolohov, daughter of Vernon and Amelia Dolohov. Ever since a kid, my parents raised me like a princess. I was never allowed to hang out with the people in my school. They taught me royal manners since I was ten. And when I ask my parents to let me live like a regular kid, which I am, they say, "You're our princess. You need to behave like one." And yeah, that's the end of the discussion. I wouldn't be surprised if someday my parents marry me off to an actual prince considering the way I am treated.

"So, how many times were you called princess today?" Carla asked.

"Maybe three? The counts have started going down lately," I fixed my skirt and placed my hands over my Sussex slant.

"If you're going to do that here," Carla pointed at my hands, "there's no way they're going to stop calling you a princess. What did I teach you?"

I sighed. "Sorry, I forgot. It's a habit to follow my etiquettes. So, yeah, I have to spread my legs like a normal person does when they sit and relax my shoulders and look a little bit hunched like a human turning into a camel and let my hands loose on the sides because they got no business on my thighs."

"Wow. You harshened my words," Carla said, twirling her golden lock and looking away.

I shrugged. Maybe I can get used to being normal staying around Carla.

"So, you'll be coming tonight, right?" I asked her as the teacher entered.

"For your birthday party? Yeah, of course," she smiled cheekily. "I don't have anywhere to be anyway."

"Yeah, right."

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"What's with that bag?" Carla asked, pointing at the luggage in my hands as we entered my residence.