Fingers trembling I watched as the prince fiddled through the hat of names, "One of you will be my bride, the other 9 shall all die," he whispered sadly.
I swallowed hard as he pulled out a slip of paper, he smiled weakly, "and my bride shall be, Cecilia Montogomery" My heart skipped a beat, "I-I- Won!" I thought happily to myself. My smile broadened as I daydreamed about our wedding until nine gunshots fired quickly. The other nine chosen ladies were killed, right there next to me. Reality hit me and I started to cry tears of joy and fear.
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Chosen for Hate
FantasyWhen a young girl is chosen to become her kingdoms queen, she decides to instead runaway and form a rebellion against the kingdoms cruel rulers. As she does so she discovers many of her kingdoms secrets and mysteries. But is bringing the royals down...
