Everything around me suddenly was spinning and then it was not spinning but eloping with darkness and that was when I passed out.
Monday March 22nd 1802
When I passed out my head must have hit the stone ground of the castle floor, because when I awoke the next morning. My head was throbbing from pain. I replayed the events of yesterday. My dad is in Islaraven. Is that what they call it? I couldn't remember if that was how you pronounced the name of this land or not. "She's awake.
Summon the king." someone said. I was inside the princesses bedroom, a woman approached the side of the bed and helped take the covers off me. "Miss Razalia, would you prefer to take a communal bath this mornin or this evenin? '' the woman asked. All I wanted at that moment was to speak to my father, I needed answers and now. Where was Sydney too? She had never met my Father.
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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...
