"This girl is mine! You can't take her away from me."
"Actually I can."
"Who the hell you think you are?! You punk!"
"I am, the PRINCE."
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I do not own any of the pictures that are shown in the book.
What I love the most about my life is that people respect me and they think I'm intimidating. Well I suppose you can say I am very dreaded because of my label. Being a Princess isn't just about walking down fancy stairs with beautiful gowns and tiaras. There's actually much more than that.
Take my mother for example, she was an incredible princess for her country. The head of monarchy didn't even hesitate to give her more charities work. While pursuing her dream and carrying on her life, somehow, she managed to find a love life which turns out to be her everything.
Princess Arabella of Netherlands was one of the kind. She was an amazing Princess that does her duties for the sake of the country and a remarkable mother at that. She disappears from my life when my brother was only ten and I was fifteen.
Of course, everyone in touch sends their regards and asked why were neither me nor father and brother appeared 5 years after that incident.
My father, my brother and I went on a break from the royal and flew over to Western Australia and lived in Fremantle. But grandfather didn't let us make any choices and forced us to stay closer in Europe.
So, we moved and settled again in England. Everything that reminds us about Amsterdam also reminds us about mother.
Grandfather, King Friar, he often visits England and meet us at Buckingham Palace when they're having a ball. Which we were also invited, but just either me or my brother will come. We haven't stepped into that country for 12 years already.
My brother and I really think we should get back. People moved on, so have we. (Not quoting based on the Avengers: End Game)
As me and my brother stepped down from the Jet, our cousin Prince Isaac of Amsterdam, surprisingly have prepared a grand welcoming party for us. Making a red-carpet lane from the stairs to the ground that reaches near the Royal Limo's door.
The first thing I do was breathing its air and god, it's good just as I remembered. "I can't believe we're back." I heard my brother murmured from my right as we stepped down the stairs.
My brother Maximus haven't got that much to know about this country. He was ten, I barely remembered anything when I was 9. But there was something.
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This is the outfit she's wearing 💖😭
"Welcome back dear cousins!" with his annoying smirk he spreads his arm waiting for either me or Max to hug him. Max was the first one who hugged him.
Isaac, he's one handsome lad and he's the most wanted bachelor in land, 2nd line to the throne (duuh). Like mine, he has a pair of dazzling brown eyes, and I love how his eyebrows always matches his hair color.
He has grown much taller than the last time I see him (which was a year and a half ago). He even grows a very thin layer of beard, which did the trick of extra manliness and attractiveness.
