A house stood before me. It was small, seemed about big enough for 3 people.
I knocked on the door, starting to realize how nervous i was. This was my chance to see the world. To escape the stupid marriage my dad wanting to force me into.
What if these people didn't like me?
What if i'm not what they expected?
These thoughts started to plague my mind, but before i could do anything, a tall man with a bushy beard opened the door.
"Hello," he said, then he looked behind me to see James standing behind me.
"You must be Princess Brooklyn," he smiled.
"Yup that's me, but call me Brooke," I stated nervously and shook his hand.
"Well come on in, I'm Andrew Jones by the way,"
I carefully stepped into the house, my boots tapping on the wood floors.
"You can head upstairs and go meet my daughter Madison," Andrew told me, "but please don't mention anything about you being the princess to her, or to anyone really."
I nodded my head and headed towards the stairs.
"Also," Andrew started, making me turn around, "for the time that you are here, you won't be known as Brooklyn or Brooke, you will be known as Ashlynn."
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Broken Compass /// Medieval Lesbian Love Story
FantasyBrooke is a princess. Finally she has turned 16, perfect time for her to get married to a prince of her dreams. But for Brooke, it isn't a prince she's looking for, but much rather a princess.
