Chapter six

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(This is going to be a pretty long chapter focusing on the princess, so I'm only providing photographs of her outfits as well as the queen's)

A few weeks had gone by.

Queen Mavrigne: ANNE!

Two guards opened the room's doors, two maids bowing.

Princess Anne: Your majesty..

The princess stood up, wearing this fine piece.

Queen Mavrigne: We must head to the carriage, pack your things

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Queen Mavrigne: We must head to the carriage, pack your things.

Princess Anne: Mother, why?

Queen Mavrigne: I'll explain it later, just get ready!

They packed a few necessities, the princess and queen packed some outfits, the queen pinning a part of hers.

They packed a few necessities, the princess and queen packed some outfits, the queen pinning a part of hers

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They grabbed more things and then headed off.

Princess Anne: So mother.. can you tell me why we're leaving all of a sudden?

Queen Mavrigne: Of course. The king of London is growing older. The Prince, Prince Louis III, has invited you to be a courtesan.

Princess Anne: Meaning..

Queen Mavrigne: You could possibly be the queen of England..

Princess Anne processed this, slightly frightened.

Princess Anne: Would I ever be able to see you guys again?

The queen chuckled, looking down at her stomach before holding her hand.

Queen Mavrigne: You would be too busy, most likely with child already.

Princess Anne: But you mother! Father, and brother! I want to go back- I WANT TO GO BACK-

The princess's rustling shook the cart a little bit, a neigh coming from the struggling horses.

Queen Mavrigne: ANNE! STOP IT. IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE QUEEN, YOU MUST ACT PROPERLY.

She slapped Anne, the princess pettily scooting away from the queen, crying.

Queen Mavrigne sighed, looking out the window.

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