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Prologue

Sometimes, everything just comes to you so easily. Sometimes even too easily. To make us feel good, content, to please us and even pleasure us. But the question remains unanswered: do we really want that?

To live far away from reality, away from everything you can possible imagine can be pretty devastating. Having a really good education is nice, but when you're only taught things about royalty and good morals it becomes so boring you start to wonder if you want to proceed with your studying. Wearing fancy clothes you don't really want but have to wear because "it looks good". And the worst part of it is not being able to enjoy the dangers of life. I'm not even scared of these things: I can't be scared. Maybe because I can't let my mom down: who is no one else but the Queen of the United Kingdom.

You may be thinking to yourself: "Oh my God, that's every teenager's dream!". Well, not mine. Maybe my sister's dream, but not mine.

I wish I was the youngest: I wouldn't have to worry about these things because I wouldn't grow up to be Queen. But no, of course not: I had to be the oldest, the one who's trapped in here while my sister has fun with her boyfriend.

It was such a joke when she introduced her boyfriend to mother and me: a nice boy, with nice hair and the Count of Oxford. Yes, you heard me: the Count of Oxford. Not some John Doe from the streets of London, hell no: my sister has high standards and I couldn't be happier for her.

But what about me? What about what I want? Doesn't it count?

I want to live like I want to, not knowing any limits, boundaries nor rules.

I wanna learn things from the real world, not from this Frozen-like-but-without-the-magic-and-the-snow world.

I wanna know what weed tastes like. I wanna know why people think it is dangerous.

I wanna know what bondage is. I wanna know why do people (including my sister. I know, wow.) say it is way better than normal sex.

I wanna drink heavy drinks and black-out, instead of sticking with a lousy glass of champagne when mother invites senators or whatever over.

I wanna go to nightclubs, just like my sister goes. I never ask her to take me with her because she normally goes with her boyfriend (but shh, mother doesn't know. By all means necessary, my sister and her boyfriend are at his home studying.) and I don't wanna be the third wheel.

I need one person, just one person who's brave and patient enough to pull me out of this hell hole and who can stand my bad morning mood. Someone who's willing to show me all these things. Show them to me: a common 19 year old girl.

And I don't care. I'm not scared of anything.