Dandy, Rich and Reckless.
J. Wintour is everyone's cup of tea.
Despite all the worldly pleasure, the pile of cash, champagne and diamonds, something is still missing.
There's more to fame and affluence.
"An Eccleston huh. Look, everyone knows y...
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On our way to my private jet that will take us back to London, the airport was suddenly closed and surrounded by the royal palace security. I wasn't shaken a bit but my baby girl appeared a little worried. Commoners were led to a different path, leaving only royal guards and officials to where we are. One of the French royal advisors stepped forward and graced me with a bow, before announcing their intention.
"Your highness, as commanded by King Arnoux of France himself, and as you, his majesty, theappointednext in throne, you are restrictedto leave France and summonedtolivein Versailles startingtoday."
I was lost for words.
But didn't miss the chance to question this sudden decision.
"Why did you fail to inform me ahead of time. I feel disgraced with all of you suddenly appearing here. As though I was about to escape from a crime."
At my suppressed rage, every royal staff automatically lowered their heads. A sight I'm used to seeing...
Whenever my royal friends get upset around their staff.
Martina gently squeezed my hand.
"Your highness, ourapologiesforthe sudden intrusion. But you are to officially receive yourroyal title...tomorrow."
What?
I shifted my weight indicating my discomfort.
"What? Wasn't I given time to process all of this?! I mean-"
I furiously delivered.
"Oppa~"
My baby girl muttered and what aggravated me more was when Martina was openly reprimanded.
"Shush, commoner. You are not to interrupt the prince when he is speaking!"
I faced the royal staff and wanted to eat him alive;
"WHAT THE FVCK DID YOU SAY?!"
I was politely reprimanded in French. A sophisticated female staff stepped forward and quickly bowed to me before speaking;