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 couldn't be bothered with anything today. I usually can't be bothered with anything ever. Especially when I stare at the same walls and furniture day in, day out. It's exhausting. I'm surprised I haven't gone absolutely batshit crazy but I guess there is still time.
My little stunt with Grayson yesterday didn't work. When he said he would go and get Mabel instead of carrying me, I felt grateful. All of the other guards would bundle me into their arms, grab at my skin and make me feel sick to the core with how uncomfortable I felt.
Yet Grayson looked deep into my eyes and understood that I really didn't want to be grabbed by some random man, even if I was lying to him. At the time he didn't know that and he still respected my wishes.
He sure as hell won't let me out of his sight now. Not even for a second. Everything I say and do, he's going to take caution. In case I try something again. You can guarantee that he'll start putting his hands on me when he thinks I'm going to act out and he's going to become just like the rest.
But that little stunt was nothing and he shouldn't think I won't do worse.
There is a knock at my door and I pull myself away from the book between my hands, I glance once at myself in the reflection of my dressing table and sigh. I purse my lips and close the book, pushing it against the desk slowly.
