The Princess Who Killed Her Prince
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17 years she waited for her Prince Charming. 17 years of loneliness and isolation in a beautiful tower. With high expectations, Princess can't wait to leave and have her Happily Ever After. True love, happiness and a beautiful husband is all she ever wanted. She didn't realize though, that if you want something from someone else, expect the same thing is wanted in return.
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