They both never felt included, Always felt lost.
She had a crooked crown
He had a unloaded gun.
She was royal.
He was a gang leader.
Alvah was born into a royal family . She was set to marry a prince and become queen and king. Into she got sick of t...
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Dying
"Fix your smile, it's crooked. Lose some weight while you're at it. Maybe cut out the carbs your face is getting chubbier" My mother scowled me from behind.
Yep that's my hell evil mother.
I just nodded knowing there's no arguing,
My parents set me up in an arranged marriage with Dante, the golden boy prince.
But no one sees what happens behind doors. I absolutely hate Dante. He's a controlling asshole.
There was 1 week before I had to marry this jackass. My parents want the royal generation to continue. I hate the fact that my brothers get to live a regular life.
I'm happy for them but it's unfair.
I have to slap foundation on top of bruises, My mother doesn't let me have a regular meal. She tells me to throw up whatever I eat so I can fit the wedding dress.
I was tired of everyone, the snarls and rude looks.
People think being in the royal family is fun with the money and treatment but it's horrible.
I was currently going upstairs to bed in our room. Rules in the Royal mansion was that women could only wear dresses, shorts if your around your spouse
Only. Nothing too revealing.
But men had all the fucking freedom in the world.
Once I said fuck the rules and I wore jeans with a
Shirt. Yeah Dante locked me in a dungeon for that one.
At this point I hated my life.
"Don't wear your hair like that again it brings men attention to you, whore seeking bitch" Dante muttered in bed.
"Right because I'm the whore seeking bitch" I resorted back to taking off my earrings.
Then there was a sting on my cheek, damn he moved fast. I brought my knee up faster and kicked him in his ya know.
My best friend who left a year ago Sebastian taught me how to fight, handle a gun, and also throw knives just in case situations.
"Don't fucking speak to me like that again, remember who's giving you the title" I said before taking off my other earring.
I walked to the bathroom and closed the door, I stripped free of my vintage dress and looked in the mirror.
Black and blue on my skin, remembering the pain and suffering I've been through. Showing nothing truly heals.
My mom is Latino, I grew up speaking Spanish and English.
My father is Asian, though he never really taught me about his culture. In my free time I do read about different cultures and different languages.
