Leading a royal life isn't always full of bewitching ballgowns and lavish parties. Sure, a colossal and exquisite palace makes sure to take your breath awaits you every waking moment. But Zara Astrid didn't want that filling her life. She wanted sim...
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Leading a royal life isn't always full of bewitching ballgowns and lavish parties. Sure, a colossal and exquisite palace makes sure to take your breath awaits you every waking moment. But Zara Astrid didn't want that filling her life. She wanted simplicity.
Having royal blood became a royal pain is the ass for her. No friends, just the maids and guards that followed her around, fidgeting once she even looks at them. Royals have to follow an encyclopedia-like book of rules while Zara wanted freedom.
Afraid that their daughter might run away, the King and Queen of Zoarn plans to send her to a school disguised as a family friend, granting her the freedom she's always wanted.
But what will happen when the evil that's been haunting the nobles rises once again and targets Zara's new school? And what will the young princess with no experience when it comes to love finds a boy who makes her heart skip a beat and make her legs like jelly?
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This story contains noblemen and women that do not actually exist, in case any of you accuse me of getting it wrong (I wish not huhu).
I wish y'all enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed thinking of the plot. It might not be the best but please don't be harsh about it. That said, I would really appreciate it if you guys were to genuinely comment and/or give feedback.
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Just a quick warning, I write this at night when my mind is most active (I'm nocturnal, you see) and when I'm drunk (figuratively) so expect it to be a wild ride (in a good way...I hope).
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
