My name is Imogene, and I love the Prince. When you think of a Prince, you may think of a stuck up, spoiled brat. Well, maybe his older brother who is going to become King is like that, but not Morris. He is kind, and generous, and has great hair and, well you get the general idea. He is perfect. With my dad being an important Duke and all, I thought that maybe, just maybe we would get married someday. We were very good friends up until about four years ago, when I fell down the steps at his Sixteenth Birthday Party. He is is/was my friend, it's not like I am in love with someone I have never really met. Seriously, what kind of shallow, dim-witted person would fall in love with someone they hardly knew? Not anyone I know.
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The Wolf Prince
FantasyWhen a kind Prince and a chunky (but beautiful) maiden meet, sparks are bound to fly. Imogene was the daughter of a wealthy Duke, she had always admired gentle Prince Morris. But, she was too shy to talk to him after falling down the steps at the ba...
