Everly Blossom is a princess, adopted into the Royal Family by the King and Queen of England. Everly doesn't remember much of her past all she knows now is tailored dresses, silverware and butlers.
She has dreamt of a life of fun, laughter and joy b...
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"I am up to here with you, Everly Mae Blossom." My father, Richard, the King of England, bellows across the grand dining room. I can tell he's about to explode, it's a possibility that fire may sprout from the top of his head as he watches me with pure anger.
I stare back at him, matching his energy.
"Give me some freedom and I'll stop messing with these lousy guards you are ordering to follow me around every single second of the day!" I growl with a dark glare.
He shoots me a look, flaring nostrils and then he crosses his arms over his chest. Showing me that he means business and he doesn't want to be crossed.
I copy his actions and flex my eyebrow, his gaze dropping down to my gesture and he releases his arms.
"Why don't you respect your parents and do what we say?" I flinch at his tone, that patronising tone I had heard over a thousand times.
"Because I am twenty two, Dad." I exhale almost breathlessly. "I should be free to live my life, Princess or not. Victoria and Louis are off living theirs, free from this castle, free to build relationships with whoever they want!"
His dark eyes flick between mine, debating what he's about to say. "That's because they are married." He responds.
