The Carnation

The Carnation

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Lythia is from a royal family, one in which is wealthy, compelling, some even say they are chilling. No matter the labels that are put upon her family, Lythia will forever know she is different. She has been given a very expensive education therefore, she is a well-minded being. Lythia is precisely 19 years old, still young, yet in one year she will take her mothers place on the throne due to her recent death. Her mother, Mia, died due to an unexpected heart attack. Her father, Julian, is not handling the current situation well. Lythia has obtained a guard who is also her best friend, at a very young age. Dylan, he is approximately 22. Her father trusts Dylan very much so, he believes he will prevent all harm towards Lythia. Ever since the loss of her mother she has been cooped up in her room unwilling to leave. She knows it is bad for her image but at this point all her heart desires is a way out and into her own free world. Only thing in the way is her father and Dylan ***MILD LANGUAGE***
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