My mother's eyes were fixated on something in her arms, a small white blanket wrapped around something small. My mother reached down into the white blanket. A tiny finger wrapped around her larger finger, that was me. She was holding me. I was under the impression that my mother had died immediately after she gave birth to me. The world never allowing a moment to be shared between the two of us.
My mother leaned down and placed a kiss on my head. "I love you darling Lia. Azalia you are everything I desire to be,'' she whispered softly.. My mother's body was growing weaker with every drawing second. No. No. No. I ran over to the bed trying to grasp onto her, "please mommy please.
No stay, I need you." I cried. I needed my mom, she would know what to do at this moment, she would know what I should do. A midwife came rushing into the room swooping me up from my mother's embrace. I could hear another woman screaming, "get the king, now." This was it.
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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...
