My father, the king, stood at the front of the room. He bowed before me and said "My daughter Lia come stand beside me.'' Everyone directed their attention to the king and I as we stood in the front. The people of Islaraven the Princess has returned home!! My father said proudly. The crowd cheered, whooped, and roared loudly showing their pride in the country.
"Welcome to my daughter's coronation festivities, let us begin.." A man in the crowd was holding a sword and a bottle of champagne. He slid the sword down the bottle popping it open spraying champagne onto everyone in the crowd. My father reached down grabbing my hand bringing it up to the sky. I felt as though he was trying to show me off.
I did not like that my dad was parading me around like this, I hadn't seen my father in years and the first time I saw him he only cared about acknowledging the Princess's return. I am not Islaraven's Princess, I can't help govern a country or nation.. I can barely govern myself!
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part One
FantastikAzalia 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...
