𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬
outdated as fuck, living the simple life, no twist or turns, no complex choices, that's how the stories always go for the Princess protagonist. Like,
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈𝐈𝐈, todays modern day princess of Ethelton, one of the worlds finest and very respected family, across all of the seven seas.
Like every story, she found her prince.
𝐄𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧, the villain, the vengeful, the curve to her story. Like this story foretells, the roles were written in the stars, but every few million years, a star falters and dies, a supernova, but where does this leave the story yet to be told, when it's time to rewrite the old books?
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"So, I'm guessing you know what this means, right?" Finnians words were carefully laced with amusement, taunting me for my cowardice.
"I royally fucked up and fell in love with the heartless royal heir?" It felt unreal to actually let out, but my childhood friend clutched his stomach in laughter, the sight provoked me. But it definitely lessened the dropping feeling in my stomach.
"Man, you royals are crazy."
Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017
A promotion.
That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie.
I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans?
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The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself.
Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees.
He knows who I am.
He knows how I look like.
He knows where I work so possible knows where I live.
I am not safe anymore... no where.
While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men.
I should run.
I should try to fight.
But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it?
I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me.
Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one.
With that I let the darkness consume me.