Chapter Four:

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There's the dress and heels^^

Beth's P.O.V.:

"Well.. If you come here we can discuss the terms, But princess you must get married."

"Married? I'm 22 and you want me to get married? I have a business, I need to stay where I am." She said coldly, narrowing her eyes as she spoke.

She started pacing around her house, her matte black heels click clacking on the ground as she stepped.

"That's part of your role as princess. You were selected when you lived here in Stein, you MUST."

"Just like I must gauge your eyes out with my perfect point nails, right? This was part of the problem, you always tell me what to do. I'm the boss of you, NOT the other way around, slave.

She heard a sigh on the other line and small mutter of 'yes Mistress'.

"Very well then. Give me a week to decide if I'll go back, if I will. It won't be forever that I stay at home, I'll need to hire someone top-notch to make sure my business stays the way it is. And someone who doesn't rule over."

"Very well, Princess Elizabeth. We hope to see you soon. After all.. You're our only hope for Queen."

She hung up the phone with her sharp black nails, with a soft click. She sighed and went into the closet, staring at herself intensely, but with a cold dark stare.

If I go they won't recognize me.. I'm so dark., She thought quietly to herself.

She slipped out of her dress, leaving it on the floor. She slowly unstrapped her heels and changed back into her clothes.

"I'll be home for dinner!" She sang the through the house for all of her working people to hear.

She heard a echo of simultaneous 'okay's ring through her large house.

She began walking to her car, putting on her black sunglasses and said darkly,

"It's game time.."

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