I Expected A Prince... (an original fairy-tale)

I Expected A Prince... (an original fairy-tale)

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Matilda is a princess. She was sent to live in a tower when she was thirteen to be saved by a prince. She waited for years and a week before her seventeenth birthday she's greeted by a long awaited guest who might not be what they seem. (there are homosexual themes in this story. if you are uncomfortable with this or content related to this then please don't read any further.)
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