I DON'T DATE PRINCESSES
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She had wild ginger hair, green eyes like rebellion, and a dress that left little to imagination.
A tiara tilted, a smirk sharper than her sword-she was trouble in heels.
He had messy golden hair, sky-blue eyes, and the charm of a prince... who wasn't one.
Shy, soft-spoken, and painfully handsome-he never stood a chance.
She chased. He blushed.
And somewhere between the teasing and running-love happened.
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He was red. Fully. Absolutely doomed.
"I-I said I don't date princesses..." he stammered, retreating as she stepped forward, green eyes gleaming.
She smirked. "Oh, but I'm your princess."
"That's not-That's not how this works!"
"Shh," she whispered, tucking a messy golden strand of his hair back. "Look at you-adorably panicked."
"I'm not-!"
"You are. And it's cute."
She leaned in, lips near his ear. "Imagine if I held your hand in front of everyone. You'd melt."
He nearly did. "I-I need to go-."
"Want company?"
He choked. "I said-"
"Oh please." She rolled her eyes. "You think I wore heels down from my tower to get rejected by a blushing boy with suspiciously nice collarbones?"
He clutched his cloak. "Stop looking at them!"
"Too late. Already memorized." She winked. "Next target: that shy little smile."
"I'm warning you," he puffed. "I'm mighty-"
She laughed. "Sweetheart, the only mighty thing here is your blush."
"Y-You can't just-!"
"I can. And I will." She grabbed his hand. "Now come on. Let's make people talk."
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