The Flower Crown | A Poofless FanFiction
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No one knows who the Flower Crown belongs to. No one knows who they are. Always hidden within the depths of the woods, exploring around.
But I know them. In fact, I know him. The prince of the now forgotten kingdom in the North. Now it's up to me to help him survive without getting caught by my parents.
The Flower Crown was passed down to him when my kingdom took over. And now I have to fix the damage I have done. I have to end this, one way;
Or the other..........
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