The crowd repeated long live Princess Azalia but this time they added ''may the Princess reign graciously over the kingdom as her mother Queen Clara did.'' That wasn't my mothers name, my mother's name was Helen..
I had thought about Helen this whole time while being here, she was a fifty year old woman who worked as a desk clerk at one of those dingy twenty-four seven hotels that very scary people hung around at.. Helen was cool in a friend type of way. She wasn't ever really a mom, I mean we were close well. Not really.. I don't know how to explain it. I loved her a lot and she was a good mom.
She just was not very attentive. If this woman Clara was my mom like everyone was claiming, who was Helen? I wanted to meet my mother. "We are incredibly relieved that the Princess has been returned home to us, after being stolen away from us. We as a kingdom can't possibly imagine how it felt to be locked away in a tall tower for years by an evil and vile witch" my father said.
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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...
