The Lost Queen

The Lost Queen

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"Octavia behave!" "Octavia pay attention!" "Octavia stop picking your nose!" Octavia is fed up with her parents' horrible treatment and her forced role as a queen. Running away truly seems like an option. An impossible option. But a betrayal pushes her out of the castle and into the woods where she meets a normal boy named Peter. While she gets to run away and try to start a rebellion with said Peter, Sterling, a mean and horrible asshole (and an exboyfriend) is going to hunt Octavia down. The dorks in this story will surprise, frustrate, and annoy you. Will it end well? Who will prevail and who will lose? Credit to @pandy_andy4321 for helping me come up with ideas and sticking with me when I was being annoying and stressed :)
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