The ball

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In no ways is this racist or anything I completely support everyone in that community this is just the time era I'm sorry if I offended you
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Today was the ball I never fancyed these but with my father being king he was so proud to announce that he made it through another awful year of being king

We made it through the hopefully last year of the French and Indian war as they call it

The ball will be remembered as the ball of 1763 as a celebration

I don't understand why we just killed a bunch of people and claimed there land

He wanted to celebrate so of course here we are

The maid behind me tighting my corset grabbed on string to aggressivly "UGH"
"Ouch" "my apologies your highness"
"Be more careful will you I don't fancy breaking a rib" "and done" "thank goodness, I'm already sore"

"Hop up here princess" I looked at my darker skinned maid I always vented to her she's quite sweet actually but of course I get my temper from my father

"You are very beautiful your highness" she spoke with her accent

"Why thank you please remind again where are from Katy"

"Africa"

"I think your very beautiful Katy in your own way because we can't all look like the blonde haired wankers like out there"

"Thank you your highness"

"Please Katy I told you when my father is not around you can call my y/n"

She simply smiled as I did back

She then continued to do my makeup painted the finest lipstick on my thinner lips used a brush from the finest of horse hair some blue eyeshadow that's guaranteed to stain my eye from the pigment and many other things

My hair was pinned back half up in tight curls beautiful blue earrings and see through silk blue and cream gloves that when right up to my elbow she pated down my dress and pushed my  blue with cream like flowers over to my feet I bend down for her to put on my blue tiara

My hair was pinned back half up in tight curls beautiful blue earrings and see through silk blue and cream gloves that when right up to my elbow she pated down my dress and pushed my  blue with cream like flowers over to my feet I bend down for he...

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