The Princess Made of Paper (Niall Horan)

"And now, I have the incredible honor of presenting Princess Valadia of Ireland!" The announcer spoke over the blasting speakers. Crap. Crap, crap, crap. I quickly wiped on a couple swipes of deodorant, and popped in a piece of gum. As the curtains opened, gasps were heard from the crowd. "What could possibly be happening, now?" I mumbled, until I saw a large raccoon crawling up my leg. Great.
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Hi, I'm Valadia. Stupid name, right? Sort of like a mix of valentine and salad. Anyways, I'm Princess of Ireland, heir to my father, King Marcus. He's sort of an evil dictator who overthrew Ireland's stable government and turned it into a hellhole of a monarchy. So, I wasn't exactly raised with nursery rhymes and toys. I was raised on the constant fear of bombings, and was trained since age 7 to fight and kill. Lovely, right? I thought so. So you may be wondering what makes me so different? Well, I'll be the first to tell you. Absolutely everything.