Kind of a Cinderella Story
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  • Reads 3,975
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  • Parts 17
  • Time 24m
Complete, First published Jul 08, 2016
The Kingdom of Magnificia has three princes. Edward the eldest, George the one in the middle andFrederick the youngest.

Edward is arrogant and dislikes the idea of his youngest brother to marry a commoner in order to create better ties with their citizens. Isabella is kind and dislikes the class system. What will happen, when Edward and Isabella meet in the country side and he mistakes her for a lady?
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