Savior for Hire

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If elegant gowns or long floral dresses were what most believed princesses wore, apparently they were wrong. Here, sitting in front of me was the only child of the Royal Family. It was not as I pictured, nor what I expected it to be. A princess? wearing a capelet coat and distressed jeans? A big no if her parents were here.

I shoved my thoughts away and grabbed her soft and delicate hand. "Princess, you don't know me but we really have to go." The dumbfounded expression she had when I barged into her room still remained there. She remained stationary for a few seconds before snapping back into reality.

"H-hey! let go of me!" she struggled against my grip-which wasn't even a strong one actually. What kind of princess is she? she doesn't even know how to defend herself! No strength. Unbelievable. But yet again, princesses were accustomed to having a large mass of bodyguards protecting her. Sad.

I sighed and carried her bridal-style. She pounded her fists onto my chest. Although I doubted she would listen to me, I informed her nonetheless. "Hold on to me and I'll explain the rest, alright?"
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