The seventh Princess's Mad Attempt at changing
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I am the Seventh Princess Zorya Rhiannon Agryos
At 27 I died. My head chopped off by my ex-husband.
Honestly, it was a relief to leave this world behind.
I desperately hoped my execution would be the end of it.
But it wasn't.
I returned to the year of social debut, the young age of eighteen.
The year everything in life became something for those with more power to manipulate as they wished.
I don't want revenge.
I just want to live as genuinely as possible and if that makes me seem unhinged, that's okay.
Call me...Your Mad-jesty.
An L.B. Keen original
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