Princess

Princess

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When I was younger, I thought being a 'Princess' consisted of going to tea parties and wearing frilly dresses. I didn't mind going to tea parties and I could tolerate the dresses if there were good snacks. That was a common misconception, a mere illusion created by fantastical writers who lie to young girls with a promise about a non-existent luxurious life and a charming Prince to sweep her off her feet; being a Princess meant so much more. It meant having to give up countless of opportunities; it meant being selfless; and it meant sacrificing yourself to a marriage with an unknown stranger. ___________________________________________________________________________________ "You are not ugly and have a decent level of intelligence!" Well, what a way to boost my self-confidence.
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I've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday. It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all. From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children. Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really. The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . . . . . because they're reserved for her. For readers: * I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! * Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. * Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. It takes a lot of courage to publish your work and for others to actively engage in a community. I'd like to keep this a safe and fun place to rage at imperfect heroes and cheer for darling heroines! * I'm not a spicy writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! * Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating. Happy reading, everyone! ADS/Imaginationgirl35

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