A Royal Story (On hold)

A Royal Story (On hold)

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Well I'm not entirely sure if I'm even allowed to do this. Now let me tell you this is based on my superstition but have you ever believed that our dreams mean more than we think. Well because I had a dream. I met someone that looked just like me. Her name was Annabella. Well there's a lot more to this than a dream. Its turned into reality. And Annabella isn't just a girl on the run. Shes my sister. But if shes my sister then I suppose that makes me a royal as well. I forgot to tell you that part didn't I; where shes a princess soon to be queen. My apologies. Being a royal isn't as fairy tale like as it seems. Not when the world doesn't know that the family line is still alive. Just read on and let me tell you this story in which more or so has come to be my life. Not even I know how to describe it. But let me assure you that I will not leave out any details. This is my story on how I'm a royal.
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It is four in the morning, and I cannot sleep, I cannot stop thinking. I want to close my eyes and go back to that day before everything changed. Before society forced me into this mould. They all want me to be this strong leader, the chosen one who will unite the world and rule like my family has for centuries. But that's not me. I am supposedly lucky, a genetic lottery winner, born with a silver spoon, money, fame, and power. They do not understand the pressure and the responsibility of carrying an entire nation. No matter what choice I make, I end up hurting someone. They all look up at me excepting something from me, something I'm not. I wish I could go back. Back to when I was just a kid lying on the grass with my friends. My real friends. The ones I was never supposed to have. They aren't royal or noble. They aren't even rich, just a servants daughter and a low born boy. But even they have changed, I'm no longer just Alex to them, I'm your highness.

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