𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒

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outdated as fuck, living the simple life, no twist or turns, no complex choices, that's how the stories always go for the Princess protagonist.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."