I was once again alone in my room, subjected to dress myself however not into the fancy ball gowns that I had grown accustomed to but, into real trousers and a shirt. I felt liberated to be in normal clothes. I took in a deep breath while admiring the princess room, my room one last time. In these short few months, the castle's exterior and interior had changed with ease.
I slowly walked down the stone hallways memorizing each square step. I had one last stop before I met up with Frances. The king's quarters. I knocked on my father's door. I could hear a familiar voice from the other side answer, "enter." I pushed the door open to see Pescal standing guard next to my father's fireplace.
"Princess, Azalia. One moment," Pescal said. I could see my father standing outside on his balcony. Everything he had built and then had to rebuild, this was his legacy. My father's face turned worrisome. "Azalia, what a surprise," he said softly.
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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...
