My twin sister, Alicia Princess of the Wind Chime Kingdom, soon vanished two months before her marriage to our country’s enemy. Lord Vince’s son Von, a merciless killer who had been given a choice by his people and ours, to be executed or be married off to my sister, and because his father did not wish to see his son killed he signed him off to be married to Princess Alicia.
Who suddenly went ahead and VANISHED OF ALL THINGS!!!!
Just because we share the same DNA, parents, and whatever else we share, (well expect sex), doesn’t mean I can’t hate her guts for putting me in this, weird and freaky, situation. In which I have to be her, meaning I’ll have to wear dresses (hate ‘em), heels (UGH!), wear bows and tiaras in my raven black long hair (hate the fact its long and I have to wear FREAK’N TIARAS AND BOWS)!! Make up (the WORLD’S COMING TO A END!!!) and court with the jack a** who started this mess (I’M NOT GAY)!!! Oh, and if you haven’t noticed… my secret is that I’m a…dude. Prince Allen at your service; wrong I know, just wrong on so many levels.
I think I should shoot myself to get out of this mess; weird and freaky man, weird and freaky…
The banging on Prince Allen’s door didn’t stop until there was a crash and a thud; Allen casually looked up from his book and set his glasses on the desk. He cocked an eyebrow at his father on ground.
“Now, father we know at your age it’s not smart to bring down a door that’s, let’s say, humph. Seven inches thick or so, with your shoulder just to get in your son’s room who’s trying to get everyone to forget that he exists.”
King Xavier grunted and glared at his son,
“Why don’t you wipe that look off your face and help your old man up?”
Allen smirked and lends a hand for his father to take; his father dusted his robes off. Allen crossed his arms, “So why is it that you had to go and break down my door?”
King Xavier’s eyebrows rose in question, “Why? Because one: this is my castle and my kingdom and what goes around these walls and out is my business until you become king.” He said this while putting an edge to the word ‘my’ every time he said it.
Allen sighed, “Yeah ok, but you forget I don’t want to be king. Other than that is there a second reason, because I hear one in the tone of your voice, and if it has to do with anything about mother and her needing a “play daughter” then I rather shoot myself.”
King Xavier grinned darkly at his son; Allen grimaced.
He groaned, "Crap, not again..."
Allen could hear the wailing of his mother becoming louder as she reached his room. Holding something that would scare anyone; a.... PINK......FUFU.... DRESS with the heels and tiara all together.
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The Princess Has A Secret... You Wanna Know?
Humor(Test story comments are welcomed, but either way I'll be uploading) Take A Guess… Does she hate the color pink? Yes, that’s not the secret. Does she hate dresses? Yes, that’s not the secret. Does she wish her mother would let her cut her long...
