I woke up to yet another shrill ring of the bell, stepmother calling me down for my etiquette session—the only one I'm allowed to take. I was feeling particularly pissy this morning, so I didn't even call out to signal I was awake, I just pretended to be asleep up until I felt the icy cold burning sensation travel along my back that usually followed my disobedience. Great. I turned and sent glares that could kill on a good day, they were received by a stare that could be compared to one that you would give a group of cattle for sale. I drew the covers over my body because I felt eyes that did not belong to the madame raking up and down my pajama clad body. I looked to the door only to find a man staring at me curiously over my stout stepmothers shoulder "she'll do." He stated. Oh crap. I was right about the cattle thing.
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My dark prince
RomanceI never had a great life, but I found a way to manage. I never had a great family, but I learned to love myself in a way they never could. What I did have was my imagination, but sometimes you just can't escape into your own head when reality just...
