Being the princess wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, having to act like a “proper lady” was quite draining.

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Your father, The King, cleared his throat to gather the attention of his family. The large dinning hall went silent and the intimidating man spoke, his voice deep and gravely.

“You’re almost eighteen,” he began. “So, I’ve arranged for a meet up with our neighbouring kingdoms.”

He turned to you and spoke up again, “You’ll be getting married.”

An arranged marriage.