A Different Kind of Princess

Charlotte remembered nothing from that night. The night she was stolen. From her parents. The queen and king. She didn't know who she was, nor did she care. All she cared about was who that blonde haired blue eyed prince was she crashed into in the woods just a moment ago...

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William was a prince. He was a good Prince. His mother told him to be kind to others, no matter who they were or what they looked like. That served him well when he bumped in to the girl with eyes, hair, and skin of brown and heart of gold in the woods.