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I'm not really what someone would call a true princess. I'm not into those frilly pink dresses and waiting for a knight or prince to save her. I'm the kind of princess to save that so-called prince charming. It probably didn't help that I grew up knowing that what normal girls were told, were lies.
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"I know, but that doesn't mean that Caspian couldn't find a way around it. You know how they are in Jahat."
"What does that mean? I always thought that we were fair?" The voice that I hate the most spoke from next to me.
"Caspian, I swear to the broken depths of Jahat, I will kill you if you bought those humans here," I treated him. We may have known each other since we were kids, but that doesn't mean that I like him.
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