Not Your Average Princess

Not Your Average Princess

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"Elena Elizabeth Diana!" My snapped up as my mother attempted to lecture me about playing rough with my brothers. "Why? Why are you my most trying child? All I ask is that you be a lady. Is that so hard?" I stayed silent, gazing longingly out the window at the blooming gardens below. "Are you even listening to me?!?" "Ummm…" I stuttered. "I thought it was rhetorical question?" My reply came out sounding more like a question. "Ugghhhh! You're turning my hair gray." Then a servant came rushing in. "Your highness," he panted, addressing my mother. "the king requests your presence in the throne room. Something about greeting guests." "Hell's teeth!" she swore. She have me a pointed look. "This isn't over." Then she swept out of the room in a rush. I slunk away, grinning to myself. Then I heard voices. Boy voices, to be exact. I smiled, rounding the corner. I met a pair of gorgeous green eyes with my brown ones. This will be interesting.
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The blade of my hidden knife stops just a few centimetres from the prince's warm skin of his neck. He lays there, eyes closed and rhythmic breathing. His defined jaw relaxed and his teeth barely showing behind his pink lips. I hear voices coming from the hallway. I glance up at the door then back to the sleeping Prince. The door handle rattles, the guards yell from behind the wall. I bite my lip, balancing the blade just on the skin of the prince's neck. The door bursts open just as I slip out of the bedroom window into the cool midnight, no evidence of my attempt to assassinate the prince. ~~~~~~~~~~ Trained Assassin, skilled in over 4 martial arts, specialised in weaponry and one on one combat... And I couldn't kill the prince. So my question is, what stopped me? ____________________________________ "My chest literally hurts. This writing is phenomenal" - yellowdance13 "Oh my god I'm literally crying" - Campervangirl2000 "This book ticked all my boxes!" -bantaa14

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