Princess Badass

Princess Badass

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My name is Alexandra Nicolete Anderson Antoine Pallini. But I prefer to be called Alex. I have been living a normal life 'til one day the king and queen of some place I haven't even heard of, says I'm their daughter. They make me wear puffy gowns and sparkly tiaras, they did a major make-over with every single spec of flaw I had in my body, and what's worse, they force me to marry a prince whose ego is thrice the size of his ruled country. They just crossed the line, big time. Now, I'm going to show them that I'm not their average teen princess. Hell no! If I'm going to be a princess, then they'll just have to deal with me being the one and only - Princess Badass.
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