In Which Everything Goes awfully right

My dad speaks, "My dear two princesses", I see mom's lips spread into a wide smile, "you're getting married soon".
I'm getting married. At the age of eighteen.
Marrying young means it's the end of my freedom. It means my life is officially been set to a death sentence. I can't get married. It can't just happen. It's not that simple.
"It's as simple as that. You do as we say, my dear angels."
Shoot me. I prefer to die rather than do as they say.
What could possibly go wrong?

Welcome to my Royal life.
In Which Everything goes awfully... Right.
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