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Everything that happened after my name slipped from Amadeus lips was a blur. A blurry mess of screams from the girls, cries from my mom, the loud and astonished silent of my father and the pulse of my heart pounding in my ears.

A wave, no, more like a tsunami, of emotions hit me, and in that moment of complete hysteria, my eyes rolled back, lids closed, and my head hit the carpet beneath me with a thud.

~Back to actual date~

So now here I am, silently sitting in my living room while numerous people come in and out of my house. A royal messenger is standing in front of me, reading out loud the rules I should agree on and follow during my journey at the palace. His monotone voice has been playing in my head like a boring record for the last hour, and I can't escape it.

"The contestants are under the prince's commandments. They are not allowed to deny his orders.

"No fights between the contestants are allowed, if the producers or royalty witnesses any acts of violence, the girls will be disqualified and sent back home without care

"The contestants are not allowed to have any relationship with another man or commit acts of betrayal towards our prince during the competition. The girls will have to give their heart and soul to our prince. If a contestant does not respect the rule, her acts will be considered as a betrayal to the whole kingdom and she will be sentenced to death by hanging...

And he went on and on like this for a full hour. I sigh, my head laying on my palms as I stare at our wall, lost in my thoughts. Everything went so fast.

When I woke up from my unconsciousness, it was already the next morning. I somehow fell asleep in my fainting, and during that time, the whole kingdom of Limia apparently decided to come visit us.

People I've never talked to on the street, and even some people I never really was fond of, came knocking at our door to congratulate us, give us gifts and wish me luck. All of them trying to look good in front of me, in case I ever end up the Queen.

Add to it some producers and royal guards that came to talk to me about the whole thing. I have to leave tonight for the big event and they brought with them famous stylists to dress me up. I insisted on wearing one of my mom's creations, but they refused, saying that for the first night, I had to wear brand clothing to give a first good impression.

After minutes of arguing, I had to oblige to their orders and wear the outfit made by a supposed famous fashion designer. It was frustrating me, I've never agreed to this, yet they didn't want me to wear my mom's work. I want to represent my caste, not some stupid Golden's ass work.

Knowing that I have to leave my family so soon forms a knot in my stomach and I can't seem to realize what's happening right now. All of this seems surreal, I'm now obligated to swim in another world, completely opposite from mine. Luxury does have its pros, but the fact that I won't be able to leave the borders of the palace sickens me. I need my freedom, I need to be able to go wherever I want to without having restraining orders weighing over me.

I can deal with a curfew, it isn't containing me from going outside. But now? In less than twenty-four hours, my whole freedom and joy to live will be thrown away, locked behind those barriers of cement and rocks.

Without my family near me, I don't think I will be able to function properly.

And now Zayn. I haven't seen him since that night, nor did I want to. I took his absence as I confirmation of our break up, and going away from him is one of the things that I appreciate from all of this.