Not Their Princess, but His Queen

Not Their Princess, but His Queen

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Once upon a time there was a Princess. She was sheltered from birth. Her parents kept her away from the world, she was locked away. She desired to be free from the life she lived. She wasn't royalty, her parents was just wealthy. She wasn't treated bad, just not as their own when in public. They told her everything they did was to protect her. They told her she was their Little Princess, they loved her so much. Until the day came where her true role was revealed. The truth broke her heart, but she made the choice she needed to. They met in the most bizarre way. She is now broken. She is so innocent. Can he help her make it in the world? Better yet, can she make it in his world? Will she be his Queen?
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