Plain Jane

Plain Jane

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In a world full of colorful personalities, people naturally feel like they need to live up to societal norms. Be it simple manners or exaggerated enthusiasm. One personality stands amongst them, straight down the middle. Simplicity they call it. But not for Jane. Jane was born into a small village near the city, in the Kingdom of Cilia. Being a small town, everyone knew each other. In other words, rumors spread fast. "Several names were said about me, but only one would remain, a mutual agreement by the lot- Plain Jane." Even the name isn't that interesting, but wasn't that the point? She was already used to being forgotten. All up in her head and her nose in a book. Until one day, on a stormy night. Like a beacon of light shining onto her greige life. "Jane, was it?" For the first time, she didn't need to introduce herself 10 times for someone to remember her. He knew her already. And everyone knew him. Who would forget their crown prince anyway?
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Once we are alone, he turns to me, "We need to work on your acting skills. How can a commoner be such a bloody awful liar? Don't you learn that when you are infants?" "Oh, I'm sorry I don't lie for sport like you lot! Last I checked, it's the ones with the sticks up their arses who are so brilliant with deceit and after seeing your performance I know it to be fact! I've never heard such shit! As though I hold any regret, for telling that fancy prat anything, ha" I call back. Now that we are alone, I no longer require restraints as I let my temper run wild. He does something that takes me by utter surprise. He literally grabs my lips and pushes them together. "Don't you ever shut this mouth of yours!" I move my hands to his chest, trying to pay no mind to the heat radiating from him and give him a great push, shoving him a few steps back in surprise. "Don't touch me! Agh!" I let out before taking a breath, and with a little less force I add, "the King bought it didn't he." "Barely," he grunted. My head snapped back at him, I was fuming. How could a man make me so incredibly angry with just a few words? This must be the great charm of the Prince, I hear so much about. #310 in Historical Fiction 10/2, #347 IN HISTORICAL FICTION 1/5, #291 IN HISTORICAL FICTION 5/18, #239 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, #232 IN HISTORICAL FICTION 6/23 #160 in Historical Fiction 1/29/18 , #131 in Historical Fiction 4/3/18, #121 in Historical Fiction 4/4, #108 in Historical Fiction 4/8, #89 in Historical Fiction 4/9, #87 Historical Fiction 4/13, #66 Historical Fiction 4/22, #60 Historical Fiction 4/25, ----- Currently going through some major revisions 1/27/2018

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