I scanned the room, people were standing on each side of the room watching us. When the first man reached the front of the room he bowed and then proceeded to move off to the side, starting a single file line up. Every man filed up beside him as they also reached the room's front. The closer it got to Sydney and I's turn I could feel the bubbling within my stomach getting worse, nonetheless we still stood side-by-side.
It finally came to our turn Sydney drops my hand and steps in front of me. I watch as she curtseys her dirty dress and then steps to the side on the opposite side of the men. I hold a firm gaze with the ground, afraid to make eye contact. I curtsey even though I feel stuck in place. I stand up straight still firmly looking at the floor, "Lia is that you?"
I hear an unfamiliar voice say. The only people in my life who call me Lia are Sydney, My mom, and my dad. I finally gathered the courage to look up, Dad? Standing infront of me is my father... Dressed in royal garments, he is the king.
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part One
FantasyAzalia a nineteen year old girl who has had a relatively normal life so far, start's to face some difficulty when she has to start saving up for college. Azalia does the unspeakable work for the most hated man in her city, Ben Razalia the owner of t...
