Running The World With You

Fuck your spectacles

This book literally sucks!!

I can't do this anymore. College sucks balls. When will I ever need to know calculus if I am solving affairs in the Middle East? And the worst part is, I don't even get the fun part of it. I get old fartsy professors to come down to the palace and teach it to me.

My parents are super worried about terrorists attacking me so I'm barely even allowed to do anything. Besides the matching dinner. I forgot that was tonight.

Five men at least three years my senior come to the palace to try to woo me every year since I was 16. Yep. Underage.

As for the age gap my royal advisor, Miss. Hollows, decided I needed someone who could discipline me and put me in my place. Ugh.

Every year I shoo them all away. I'm supposed to pick two I like but I just can't. But this year, I have to. Otherwise I will be exiled and will never be able to fix the world.

No, I don't like the whole princess deal. But, I do like being able to negotiate peace and be involved in a mostly male politics game. So, I will choose someone for that sake.

I need to look my best and hopefully these men aren't ugly or weird.

After wrapping my studies, I run up to my wing. Yes, I have three rooms all to myself.

"Amora, do you need help getting ready?" My mom asks.
"No ma, I can wash myself." I hear a groan come from my mom in her art studio. She hates when I call her ma.

My mother, Cheryl Alden, is the strongest woman I know. Her relationship with my father was planned, but they have a wonderful marriage. She love to paint.

I get into the shower and begin washing my long brown hair. My build is small, but I have curves.

Once I rinse off, I get out and dry myself. My beautiful light pink bathroom is where I go to clear my head. Tonight I would meet a guy I would marry. Well, shoot me now.

My makeup didn't take too long. I just did a classic natural look with a light dewy lipgloss to match my dress.

I look at the dress on the rack. It is a light green color with a one shoulder and it had wonderful layers of white and green on the skirt. The dress was magnificent.

I got changed into it and looked at myself. I look beautiful. My thin tawny hair running down my back. I knew they would flip when they saw this hot piece of ass.

Walking down to those five men was the closest I have been to being scared in a long time. However, the expressions on their faces were priceless. I started to smile until I saw him.

I already knew the guys name. Lucius Balcray, the prince manwhore. Good greif. According to the gossip magazines, his only two mood were angry and horny, and I get to enchant them both.

What was he even doing here? Does he really want to get married? To me?

"Welcome gentlemen," my dad, King Alden starts,
"On behalf of me and my family, we are eternally grateful you have been able to attend." Yes, thank you for attending my bachelorette season.

I look at the men around me. They all look awed by me. Except Lucius. He just stares. His piercing blue eyes staring into my soul. The way his messy brown hair was, well, messy kind of annoyed me. He couldn't even use hair gel? Not that it wasn't hot.

"As you know, this dinner is to find someone for my daughter. She wants to speak to you all, so Amora, take it away!" Here goes nothing.

"Welcome to our home. This dinner is a very important milestone for me. I'm the youngest in my family, and this matching dinner will be the one I finally choose. I hope you all enjoy your night." The men all come up to me and kiss my hand, telling me their name. I act enchanted by the good looking princes, but I know who I really want to talk to.

"Lucius Balcray. A face I never thought I would see at a matching dinner." I smirk. He just looks at me.

"I know you hate this parties." He states. Ok? What is he trying to say?

"Yes. It's like being sold off as a hunk of meat. But don't tell my father I said that." I laugh. He cracks a smirk. I broke him.

"I'm sure you've read about me from the papers, and everything is true. So don't choose me unless your ready to be treated like the slut I know you are. I've seen you at those parties you sneak out to. Don't play dumb, kitten." He whispers and walks to my father. What in the world. Who does that jackass think he is? So what if I sneak out occasionally, I'm no slut. I'm a virgin!

I know I can't act out. It'll ruin everything. So instead I just make small talk with some of the men. They seem nice, but I can't get over what the asshole who is currently laughing and shaking hands with my father said.

Dinner was boring. I sat next to Stephan Dommins of Moscow, which I didn't even know had a kingdom. We talked about business, and laughed a bit. He seemed nice. Normal.

"I have an important announcement." What is my dad on about? I'm the one who's making the toast.

"Due to an unexpected change in plans, the dinner is canceled. Amora has found her perfect match."

"What are you talking about?" I yell. What. Is. Happening. And why is Lucius so.. happy? He's actually smiling! The other guests look confused.

"Lucius Balcray of Monaco will marry my daughter for both the prosperity of our nation and theirs, in four months time."

Shut the fuck up.

"WHAT?" I scream. Is my dad on acid?

"Please stop shouting. Your making a spectacle." The other boys file out the door. Lucius just sits there.

"FUCK YOUR SPECTACLES! IM NOT MARRYING THAT AWFUL MAN!" He just shakes his head.

"This is business, Amora. I'm sorry. I know you want to rule, and this helps everyone. Suck it up. From now on, you will see Lucius every day, as I'm letting him stay here for you to to have a pleasant courtship. Of course I've read the magazines. Maybe you both will change each other." What a hell of a dad.

"You! You made this happen! Fuck you Lucius!" I scream at him and walk away. I need a bath.

"Soon you'll be on your knees kitten. Just give it time." Yeah, in your dreams pervert.