Chin Up, Princess.

His soft hand strokes the skin in front of my ear teasingly.

He brings his mouth to my ear, pulling me closer.

"Tiara on your head-

Blush on your cheeks-

Heals lifting you high-

Dress hugging your waist-

But you can't seem to keep that pampered little chin of yours up."

And he was gone.

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Rosemary Miller,

Future queen,
Star student,
Prized pupil,
Picture of elegance,

Was short of only one thing,

Her King.

Though she was determined to rule alone, the only people who could ever ruin the royal family insisted she marry your typical mobster.

But that didn't stop her from anything.

It only added a bit of extra clothes in her closet.