They did not want a nineteen year old girl fighting or being in control of their country, I however did not care what the Privy council believed of me. I was the princess of Islaraven and I earned that title, I proved that during warfare after all if it was not for me we might have not left that battlefield. I made my way down the hallway to meet with my father and the council, my hands were shaking, another side effect of war..
My father had told me we could hold off on this meeting but I demanded that we have the meeting. This was a very important discussion and I would not allow it to be swept under the rug. I pushed open the large mahogany door, the air of the room wifting towards me, it smelled of fresh paint. My father and the council rose from their seats bowing their heads towards me.
I approached my throne, sitting upon the velvet cushion that was not very comfortable. I addressed the men infront of me."Thank you all for joining me today," I 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...
