The man beside him was tall, tanned and, has facial hair. He was good-looking perfectly built but I can't see anything more than that. He was James, the Prince that will tie me in the hands of the monarchy more.
I just see hatred.
I looked at my grandmom. I can't breathe. I looked at Kathaina and to James. I shook my head and I slipped out of Erik's grasp.
I bolt out of the door. Running away from the Parlour. Running away from the future laid in front of me earlier. Running from my stupid ideas and running away from everything that the palace offered. Running from my groom. Running from Grandmum. Running from the future that one day will be controlled by me. Running from many things. I can't breathe. I can't think of anything else. I don't think I could still be the Princess. Their Princess.
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Her Royal Highness
RomanceCURRENTLY REVISING. Expect updates but it is just the revision of the story. I hope you like it. They told me that everybody hates me. That I'm a spoiled brat, that I'm an arrogant girl with a nasty attitude. But why does everybody hate me? Simple...
