Sydney, who was escorted by Thomas, met me at my door. Frances came from around the corner." Princess Azalia, yer beautiful" he said. I was blushing. I know I was blushing cause I could feel my cheeks getting warmer."Thank you" I said to Frances as he reached for my hand. When we entered the ballroom, I walked to the front of the room where I met my father.
I still was in shock that my father was the king. He announced that my coronation festivities could begin. This would be considered an after party in modern times. It had only been a few minutes into the party when one of my father's guards came rushing to his side.
The man leaned down and whispered into my father's ear. My father rose to his feet, nodded his head to me and left with the guard. I was now alone sitting at the front of the ballroom, watching all of the people who had gathered here to celebrate with me. Sadness started creeping in, I was undeniably alone.
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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...
