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the unrealistic beginning. «prologue»

Now if I really were to start from the beginning, you'd be here quite a while. You'll find out later anyway. So let's start with the basics shall we?

My name's Nicole. Nicole Whitewillow.

I'm 17.

My mother didn't play with me as a child...

Sorry I thought that'd release some tension.
Apparently not. Goodness I'm awkward.
Some call me graceful. Beautiful. Good.

Personally I don't see it.

Well, as background goes I'm pretty well rounded and adept at culture. That's what my private tutor says anyway. I think it's just another way of trying to out my eccentric curiosity in a light my father would approve of. My family tree is probably as extensive as it gets. I used to be normal. In my book at least.
That went out the window so long ago I don't even know if I ever was normal in the first place.

The thing is, I'm kind of a princess. Ya ya modern times. Something that no longer applies in this unfortunate world I live in. I only know of times without our hierarchy because I'd hack the private libraries on my laptop. It's all new world old world everything at once. A palace, a court full of royals the whole thing. It's not like I've never wanted to be one. Of course I have. I find that the world is so full of so many people trying to be different they reject the things that tie them to other people. We only believe what we really want to I suppose. I know I'm probably one of those people and I can't really deny it. It's what they tell me and I need to learn to get used to it after all these years.

Because that they, is me. What can I say, I'm a tad harsh on myself.

What good is a princess who can't accept who she is.

The truth is I don't know who I am.

At some point it's like I haven't even changed from the early teen years.

You see, I'm one of the daughters of destruction,, and before you go all ape shit on me, no I'm not telling you now, you'll find out later.

With all these little quirks, there's one more thing. Or rather,, a who.

Her name's Reaghan.

Reaghan Blackthorn, someone who comes from somewhere no royal on the white side should or would ever dare come by, or a subject would risk fraternizing. They've spoken for I have heard only of the whispers.

We were thirteen then, when I let my wild curiousness run free, and my sense of independence and power blossom into something I actually tried so hard to control.

Now we only meet in secret. As often as we can.. I spent the days in longing only held on by the fact I would see her in the next months and the hope of a better life for us both.

She's so beautiful, the most gorgeous creature I've ever laid eyes on, who's got my heart wrapped around her finger, me falling so hard despite social stature.

She has deep burgundy hair, died from the previous golden dirty blonde to aggravate her family and their desperate attempts to be perfect,, well as well as anyone from blackboard (derogatory slang) can. Sparkling hazel eyes and a childishly whimsical attitude, so completely forbidden, I'd do anything for her.

My name is Nicole Whitewillow, I'm trapped princess in a life I don't want. She's Reaghan Blackthorn, my secret, just a piece of my twisted ebony love, but oh so much more.

This is our story. Xxx