Princesses

Mona's POV.

"No, father, I am not going to dance with Prince James, he's creepy and tried touching me inappropriately."

"Mona, you need a prince." He says looking reasonable.

"Well, I don't care I would rather be boiled in water than marry him." I spat.

"Mona Lynn Irene, you need to start being respectful." He pleads.


"NO,JUST NO," I yell stomping out of the castle. I run in the field
tripping for my huge dress. "Fucking dress." I mutter.



"Are you okay?" A boy asks me. He has blue eyes that can light up the sky and blonde hair with brown at the ends.

"Yea." I say wiping my dress off.

"Your awfully beautiful." He says pulling something out of his coat. Poking my arm. My vision gets blurry, I can't see. I'm out.

-5 Hours Later-

Notes

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~Mona