Royal Rules

R O Y A L T Y

Just saying that word leaves a bitter taste in my mouth and hearing the word "princess" makes you think of fairytales and all the perfect moments doesn't it?

Let me just tell you one thing,

Lower your expectations because you'll surely be dissapointed.

A real princess doesn't go around prancing in the woods and sings to animals like she's a misguided lunatic growing up. She doesn't accept suspicious objects from strangers who look like possible suspects of murder. And trust me, try kissing me while I sleep, you'll definitely get kneed in the crotch

okay now to the male counterpart:
Princes.

Let me get this clear, prince is another word for douchębag. I swear, they literally spit out their achievements to your face. 

I wear what I want to wear, and if it's to be a sack, I will wear it because I want to and what I want to wear is probably comfy. I eat how I much I want to eat.

Those are my perks but what's life without the rules?

And what are the rules for if they weren't to be broken?

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"You jerk!" I tried to throw my punches to his chest but his grip tightened on my wrists.

"Yes, I know." He stated and leans lower so his hot breath is fanning my ear. I immediately tensed. "But considering the fact that I'm the jerk who saved your prideful âss, you might at least be a little grateful for that." And with that he walked away to god knows where.

Damn him.