Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful fifteen year old princess named Damini in a big kingdom named Diamene. Sounds like a normal princess in a normal kingdom, right? Wrong. This isn't just a princess, she's a special kind of princess, where she is made out of diamonds. Her whole body is made out of diamond. Her crown, her dress, her shoes, everything that's a part of her is diamond. The kingdom is nothing but diamond, the castle, the village, nothing else, just diamonds. Even her parents are made out of diamond as well. Everything about her and her life is almost perfect. Let's start the story, shall we?
Inure:
(v.) To accustom to accept something undesirable, evil, or painful.
An other worldly girl is reincarnated as Queen Estella de Royalis, the villainess of a novel that is killed by her own husband. Having no other choice, she strives to save herself from that fate. However, the novel she read is not the reality she believed.
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I tried on another, a red one this time.
I twirl in its large skirt. "This one matches your eyes," I say as I spin.
"This one too."
I stop, putting my hands on my hips. "Are you going to order all of them?"
"If I want to, yes, I will." He doesn't budge.
I sigh, sitting next to him. "You know that you don't have to do this. I can go buy my own dresses."
"I know, but I want to see you wear dresses that I chose. Besides, is it so wrong to want to spend time with you?"
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Note: This is entirely my work. I want to see if I'm able to write something without a plot set up for me. I hope you like it!