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Hi guys! I'm Rose (aka: @SugarCubes4), and I'm the author of Forced Royal. I joined Wattpad three years ago, and I'm so thankful that I did. I've loved getting to talk to so many of y'all, and I've loved getting to grow in my writing. I owe it to all of you, Wattpad, and God for my passion for writing! Thank you guys SO much from the bottom of my heart! Also, I want to send a HUGE thank you to @KellyAnneBlount for hosting all of the Wattpad Block Parties and for allowing me to be a part of this. Lastly, make sure to go check out my giveaway (because who doesn't love FREE stuff!). I will be giving away a $15 Books A Million Gift Card along with a personalized journal!
Forced Royal was my first book that I ever wrote on Wattpad, and recently, I've started writing the sequel to it, which is called Forced Heir. (If you haven't read Forced Royal, I highly suggest you do so before continuing.) This post will be set when Arizona is 16 weeks pregnant and is suffering with extreme depression.
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Horrific scenes of the past few months consume my every being, and they all remind me that I'm just a puppet on a string, waiting to be used by the Queen. I don't have a right to make my own decisions anymore. I remember fighting with all of my might just to have a choice when I was being forced to marry Charlie, but now, I'm used to it. What's the point in resisting if you know you're just going to fail? It's almost as if life is a game and I'm destined to lose.
Each scene that flashes through my head has become so painful, that I've almost become numb to it all. I just want to feel a different kind of emotion. It doesn't matter what—I just want to feel something. I want to feel something other than the emotions I've become way too familiar with—pain, hurt, defeat. Those are very possessive feelings because they latch on to you and it seems nearly impossible to rid them out of your life.
Suddenly, I pull myself out of my daze of thoughts and memories to find myself alone in Charlie and I's bed with the layers and layers of blankets pulled up to my neck. Sweat covers my face from another hot flash, but I dare not move the blankets. But today is the first time in a long time I haven't felt morning sickness, which is definitely a miracle.
Suddenly, the door slowly opens and KC peaks her head in, "How did you like your lunch, Princess Arizona?"
"I didn't eat," I say sharply.
KC slowly walks over to my bedside table that has a tray of untouched food. "Arizona, this is the third day you haven't eaten anything..."
Instead of saying anything, I give her a cold stare. KC locks eyes with me with a guilty expression on her face, knowing that I haven't forgotten about her ruining my plans to escape the forced marriage to Charlie. Then, she starts examining my sweat-covered face and her eyes start to widen, "Arizona, you're burning up! Here, let's get those covers off of you."
