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100 days. That's how long I have until my eighteenth birthday. And the number of days I have to live. When I was born, a group of people called The Teroms told my parents that I would be dead before the end of my eighteenth birthday. I was immediately put into hiding with three women who were set to raise me as their own. They were given clear instructions from my parents. Keep the princess safe. My parents, who are the king and queen of Barlow, didn't want to take any chances, so here I am now, in hiding. But today, 100 days until I turn 18, that's all about to change. I'm thrown in to a world I know nothing about, surrounded by people I've never met. They're telling me that he will keep me safe. He is the prince of the country neighboring my parents. He is the one that wants nothing to do with me. Or so it seems. What if hidden under all the cold looks and angry shouts is a broken person who just needs some healing, someone to show him the world isn't all bad? This defiantly isn't your ordinary fairytale, but could there still be a happily ever after?
(set in present day.)