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"You smell like poverty and damsel in distress." She circled around me, her heels clicking against the marbled, concrete floor. I could feel my heart ready to burst, my face burned like a fire, an angry feeling rose to the top of my head. Who did this royal scum think she was? All I wanted to do was be home in Avery's arms. Not in this mess of a castle. I wasn't made to be a servant. I wasn't even supposed to be here! The anger that boiled in me made me ball my hand into a fist. I stood my ground and leaned towards the royal princess and looked into her sea green eyes. I scoffed in disgust as a smirky smile rose on her snake-like lips. "And you smell like a bitch, princess." I spat. 18+ (intended for mature audiences) trigger warnings: death, sexual activity, cussing, suicidal tendencies, abuse. all rights reserved
Chapter 1: Take Thee Away
