Chapter 2

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After a couple minutes of nothing I was about to walk away when the doors bursted open and there stood the short chubby man that was the King of Waillington. Harold was the man who took over the throne when my parents passed away because I was too young to take over the throne at the time.
"Ahhh yes Annabelle i haven't seen you in ages you are looking more and more like your mother everyday"he says his kind eyes shining up at me.
"Thank you" I say quietly hoping he would get to the subject at hand
"Well then do come in,sit down get comfy"he said gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk
I walked up to one of the chairs and sat down onto the seat sinking into the leather.
"I have called you here today to tell you that you are to marry my son Luka and become the Queen of Wailington just like your mother was before the incident" he said with a hopeful look in his eyes.
It was the day of my sixth birthday and I stood in front of a large mirror with my mother standing behind me placing a tira on my head.
"Now you are a real princess"she said looking down at me with kind eyes
"Yay thank you mommy!" My six year old self squealed in delight
Later that day my father mother and I all were going to go out to dinner for my birthday. So daddy got into the car then when I was just about to get in three gunshots rang out. The first one went through the car's window hitting my father in the head,the second one skimmed my cheek and the third hit my mother in the chest. I ran up to her and saw that she was still breathing but not much.
"Mommy no you can't leave me now I'll have no one to read me stories or sing me to sleep at night"I said holding back my tears
"It's going to be alright darling I will always be with you in here" she said while lifting up her shaky hand to point at my heart
Her breathing stopped,she closed her eyes and went to join my father in heaven.
"I know it will be hard for you because of the accident but I'm confident  that you'll do amazing things"he says hopeful look in his eyes

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