Everly Blossom is a princess, adopted into the Royal Family by the King and Queen of England. Everly doesn't remember much of her past all she knows now is tailored dresses, silverware and butlers.
She has dreamt of a life of fun, laughter and joy b...
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The spare bedroom is larger than my whole apartment put together. Never have I seen a spare room look so characteristic, matching the rest of the plush castle. My belongings have already been brought up by the maids and neatly placed next to the king sized bed.
I take one glance around, shutting the door behind me. The bed is covered in champagne coloured sheets, plump pillows and a thick throw laying across the foot of the bed. Two wooden bedside tables with two gold crafted lamps.
Across one side of the room is a set of velvet sofas, one with a long loveseat and a clear glass table sitting between them.
My eyes float to the ceiling, sophisticated patterns engraved into the material. Complementing the crystal clear chandelier hanging from the centre with a golden dimmed light inside.
To the left of my bed is a door leading into the en-suite, a large waterfall shower made into a wet room. Next to that Is a large white bath with curved edges and chrome taps. An array of toiletries lined up across the windowsill, fresh towels and an automatic air-freshener.
For the royal family, I wasn't expecting anything less than perfect. Not that it bothered me where I sleep t or if the sheets are made out of Egyptian cotton and the pillows are stuffed with real duck feathers. None of that mattered because it's materialistic and possessions don't make you happy.
