Prologue
“Will you marry me?” Christopher’s voice soft and melodious. I gasped and shook my head. No way was I going to marry him so he could have the throne. “I’ll pay for your collage intuition.” I gaped at him; down on one knee didn’t suit him. I stood there shocked. I was outraged by his proposition. Just because he had money he wanted to buy me so he could take his thrown?! Was he crazy? I nearly had just about the exact same rage to hit him in the face, but then I’d be arrested for assaulting price charming! I glared at him with deep hatred but then thought the better this was going to pay for my journalism school. “Deal.” We shook hands after he slipped the ring on my finger.
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What the French Toast
HumorBrought to you by: ScreaminXwordsX Meagamoo,and Sarasusu519 comes What the French Toast : So what if I accepted an engagement for the money? That's nothing. What I wasn't expecting was all the drama and all the events that would lead to those 3 tiny...
