Royal

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My name isnt originally Blake Royal i was born Christopher Martinez. I was born i cuba but my parents i guess weren't ready to have a child and gave me up. When i was five the king and queen of wales adopted me and ive been with them ever since."NO MORE QUESTIONS"! My security yelled and rushed me off stage. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! Do you not know who i am.? Im literally basically your leader....well when my father dies but you get the point. He never replied. I was rushed into my limo and was sped of to the palace. When we arived my mother was behind the panting of Princess Diana. My mother told me the story of her a million times. She was a wonderful beautiful woman and her husband was having an affair and killed her in a staged car accident.
My mother looked upset for some reason."Mutha whats the matta"? I said trying to sound innocent. "It's your father he was nearly killed". "Until futher notice you'll be under the watch of MI6 until the person who started this mess is caught." "Just think of it as body guards that you'll never notice." She said with a grin. Is father ok? i asked worried like. "Oh he's fine dear". She said waving her hand. Good great im gonna go no-. "Oh dear i forgot to tell you you're going to a public school for safety reasons so no more suits and uniform now you can wear those uh-um what are they called jorDANS shoes." I walked out of the room stunned not saying anything.