We walked off the throne stoop and exited right from the stage, a handful of the Soldiers followed us guarding us, among the men was Pescal, Thomas, and Frances. We headed to the king's chamber. The feeling of being shadowed. Every step around you intune with your own. The uncomfortable hovering of six to seven men, their eyes just on you or around you, they kindly guide you place to place throughout the olden castle.
Not being able to make my own choices really annoyed me. Thomas stepped infront of my father and I as we approached my father's door. Thomas reached out for the door handle, holding it open for us. My father patted Thomas' shoulder as we walked through the bedroom's threshold.
I watcbed Pescal position himself infront of the door, we would always be sealed into whatever room we entered. Entrapped there until we were beckoned once again. My father made his way to the large fireplace, he picked up two tiny shaped glasses and poured some bubbly liquid into both of them.
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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...
