She laughed along with me as she put some wax on my legs. She ripped it off and I jumped in pain causing her to chuckle.
"What's your- AH- name?" I asked as she ripped off another strip.
"It's Mae, what's your's?" I hate my name.. I sighed before answering, "It's... Aromia." She smiled excitedly. "That's totally a name for a Princess!! Princess Aromia." She giggled to herself. She continued waxing my legs, which I was getting used to. "What's the Prince like?" I asked as she started shaping up my ugly feet. "He's nice most of the time. He just has a temper like his father, King Charles. The only one who can really calm him down when he gets out of control is Queen Elenore, his mother. I nodded as she finished scraping, pulling, cutting, and touching my feet.
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My Arranged Marriage To The Werewolf Prince
WerewolfAromia is arranged to marry the prince of werewolves all thanks to her worthless father which she now hates very deeply. She has no family left and now she has to live in a castle, marry a Prince, become a Princess, and eventually become Queen all b...
