I thought things would change once we returned home, but it was worse because he locked himself in the drawing room refusing to come out for any reason. Yet here he was in the courtyard acting like nothing had happened. Had I wrongfully convinced myself that what we had was real? I was deeply confused and treachiously hurt..
I thought he loved me but, maybe it was a concoction of fantasy, hope, and distorted reality. It was almost childlike the way they played. Those boys could find fun in the most prestigious of places. I rather envied them for being able to be like that without judgement. It was what made him who he was and although I hated him in this moment.
I still could not help the fact that I was wholly, radically, to my core consummately inlove with him. I did not and could not hate him in the slightest. I wanted to run to him, and tell him everything I had discovered over the past couple of months..
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part One
FantasiAzalia 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...
