Locked Up
Tefra
The average amount of deaths of an asylum guard each year is 120. That number for this year was just bummed to 200. Courtesy of me and my awesome fighting skills. What can I say? When you are daughter of the "Captain of the royal guard" these things come naturally. I'm just kidding, it took months to learn those moves, and years to perfect them. But it's all thanks to Max. My trainer. I don't know if he is still alive, but thanks Max, were ever you are now.
You'd think that the other inmates would think twice before messing with "Cinderella", but I guess not. There are the others who contributed to that number too I guess.
It was nearly noon and I'd already been in two fights. Neither being my fault since Jasmin Acosu started them. The girl always finds the best ways to get under my skin. Though I must admit, I felt pretty proud of myself after yanking out a chunk of Jasmins' shiny raven black locks. She screamed and hollered until a guard came to restrain me. If you are going to play with big kids, be prepared to bleed. Crybaby...
The guard tried his best to haul me off, but I was ready for him the moment he stepped into the empty hall.
One hit.
Two.
He was out after that. Well...before he called five more guard to the spot. Three restrained me, and the other two grabbed Jasmin.
That's how I got here in solitary confinement. A white padded cell with little air and no door? Were is the door?! How do I get out— oh, it's just the isolation talking. I'm ok. You are ok. The room is so quiet that it's suffocating. It's slowly making me crazy.
I wouldn't be in this mess if I just followed dads instructions.
1. Fight for what you want at all coast
2. Don't ever get caught
3. Don't give up
That second one echos in my head. Don't ever get caught. yes that's right. I can't let them keep me caged. I need to escape. Escape. Last time I tried that I got my partner killed and myself under strong servalence. I couldn't pee by myself for a week and all of my meals were small gross finger foods —for some reason they thought I could use a chicken nugget as a weapon. But who would do such a thing which such a delicious food?
"Tefra Quin" a familiar voice booms in the room filling up every inch of silence. "Do you feel as though you have been punished enough?" I don't think I should have been punished at all, but Dr.Cleese won't take that as an answer. "Go die in a ditch!" I call wrapping my hands around my legs and pulling them closer. It's so cold.
"Now is that anyway to talk to the person who could kill you if he wanted?" The voice rings out all snarky like usually. He likes to brag about holding the tight leash that keeps me at bay. He also likes to threaten me like all the time. "But prince Eric would never allow that" I remind him. He can't lay a hand on me. Well... he can, so long as it doesn't kill me. Kings orders. My bitter voice echos threw my head.
I can practically feel his annoyance threw the speaker. "That's— ugh... look, it's your weekly visit, He is here to see you. And no funny business this time, or else you will be punished to the extreme."
A piece of padding pops open to reveille the railing on the other side of the indoor court yard. My guard is waiting right outside to drag me out and into the walkway. It's big enough to allow four people to walk side by side. Sunlight dances on my skin. It pours out from a sky light that is surrounded by limestone with fresh vines growing threw the cracks. We are on the 80th floor and when I look down over the railing, the other inmates look like ants.
"It's good to see your pretty face again, Tefra." Mike, my guard, greats falsely. "You too Mike, how is the wife?" A angry grunt comes from behind me as Mike tightens his grip on my cuffs causing me to wince in pain. Mikes wife died two years ago when I first came to Fae Asylum. Murdered by cancer, so, so sad. "Did I strike a nerve?" My smile as fake as he is as I continue to walk. The pattern of his footsteps have faltered.
The next thing I know is the cold stone wall is against my back and a knife to my throat. I try not to, but a laugh escapes me. I've been here for so long pain is no longer pain anymore. "You can do whatever you want to me, it still won't bring her back. And if you touch a hair on my shiny blonde head you'll probably join her. By orders of the king and the prince you serve." Taunting people is my specialty. I enjoy it the way most people enjoy cinnamon oatmeal —wait, do people still eat oatmeal? I don't know it's been awhile.
"One more word," he pulls away, sheathing the knife, "and I'll gladly join her." His Irish accent thickens with every word of the threat. A threat. I don't take threats lightly. Mike was already on my list but he just got a promotion from number 36 to 13 real quick. "Threaten me again, and I'll make sure of it." I spit shouldering past him and continuing on down the path. Mike follows and watches my every movement to make sure I'm not planing anything. If I were, he wouldn't know so I don't know why he thinks he'd be able to stop me. We arrive at the elevators at the front of Fae Asylum, Mike bitterly shoved me in one and pushes the first floor button then steps out. As the doors close, Mike gives me a quick wave goodbye with an evil smirk on his face. Then the doors close completely.
That smile unsettles me. I was told by Dr.Cleese that it was visiting day but by that smile I'd say I'm being sent to get "punished" again. Usually punishment was torture, or being locked in a padded cell, like I was a second ago. I guess Dr.Cleese decided it wasn't enough. Oh goody!
An elevator ride from the eightieth floor to the first takes about twenty minutes. It's only been five but feels like an hour. I don't know why they thought it'd be a good idea to leave me in a room were I can easily escape alone. Maybe they knew I wouldn't try anything. I've tried so many times to get out, to go for my prize, but I always fail. I'm always caught. There is no point in trying, but... if I did successfully get out...
Focus!
I'm not getting out of this as easily as I want. I'm just going to have to suffer the consequences. The pain of last time bubbles back up into my memory. I wince at the thought it was like fire was eating into my skin. The twins, Malcom and Macey, had tortured me for over an hour last time. Actually I don't know how long, I fell in and out of consciousness so much that I may still in fact be asleep.
I wiggle a little in the restraints. They are so uncomfortable. If I could just get out of the country... gotta get these cuffs off! I know, I know, a few seconds ago I was saying how hopeless it all was and that i shouldn't even try. But if if I do manage to get out I could leave the country until my escape has died down, then I will be able to make my move. I kill the prince hide away on an island somewhere and... well I don't know were to go from there but I'll figure something out. It doesn't matter anyways, as long as I get my revenge.
When the doors open I flinch a little at what I see. The twins. Their eyes, like empty black pits that go on forever. Never ending pain lies inside them just waiting to come out in big hot raindrops that will fall on my cheeks. Like acid on my skin. They wear matching smiles of pure joy as though they had just eaten an entire cake. I know that's what I would look like. I haven't had cake in a while.
"Well, look who we have here." Marcys' voice is hollow, a mere whisper. Yet it sounds so sinister. Like it was holding millions of secrets. A voice of venom. "Yes, the girl of death. What was it they called you on the outside again? Cinderella?" Yes it was what they called me, it was probably because i wore my fathers ashes for a month after he died. Everyone thought I was crazy. Or maybe it was because when a man and buried him in cinders. Actually on second thought that second one was probably the reason of the name.
Malcom steps closer and reaches out a hand to take mine. I'd back up but there is a wall right behind me. "Come along, we aren't here to hurt you, it really is visiting day" "And you want me to believe you?" I glare at them suspiciously. Eyeing them like the predators they are. "How do I know this isn't just a set up? Why would Dr.Ceele send you two instead of the regular guards?" The two look each other for a suspiciously long minute. Probably talking threw telepathy. Yes, I did say telepathy, it is a rare thing that only twins have. Apparently these twins are special, even though I don't see anything important in them. Just the evil in them I suppose.
"Alright then, you can stay in this elevator all day, tide up." Marcys' British accent thickens with annoyance. "Or you can come with us, this doesn't have to be complicated. The prince might be angry if you stay in here though," Malcom steps in coolly. As if I'd actually prefer getting tortured over being given a chance to escape. Idiots. "I do think I'll be staying here thank you very much." I know it was a threat more than a choice, it was obvious. Like child's play. Marcy growls coming closer, her brother in toe, reaching a hand out.
I snuggle closer to the corner of the elevator were I can properly defend myself. You see, the railing is right behind me so I can prop myself by my tied hands and be able to strike with my legs. Then easily take one of Malcom's many mini knifes to cut of— its metal...
Merde!
My plans were useless, well there is one more thing I could do. My pride would sore to a whopping 0.2, but it's better than torture... right? And if what the twins are telling me is correct than he should come, and if not I'll no they are lying and can figure it out from there. I'm going for it.
"Suave-Moi, mon Prince!" I call, my voice carrying in perfect French as Marcy makes contact with my pale skin. The twins scramble back, startled by my call. Then their faces contort in annoyance once again. Malcom snickers, "you really think after last time he will still come to your call? What a fool!"
Yes, any sane man would stay away from a woman that attacked him with a broken plastic spoon. But he is no sane man. And I am no random woman who attacked him. I am a Sire. Like a Siren my voice is alluring to whom ever I desire it to be to. So why not use this ability on the twins? I can't get them to do whatever I want them to, sadly. Only if their minds are open to me, I don't have enough strength to fight them both. At least threw mind, they are pretty strong in that area. The prince however he may deny it, his mind is completely mine. Although I can't use the ability to much or else I'll hurt myself.
The pitter of feat sounds behind the twins and they go still. Their eyes bulging out in unison as they look at each other. I snicker to myself. Here he comes. The spawn himself. More footsteps join the princes. Most likely his personal guards, but just Incase it is Dr.Ceele coming to punish me in someway, I stand up straight so not to look weak cowering in a corner. Even though I was...um...cowering.
Then Eric's curly milk chocolate hair peeks around the corner down the long hallway behind the twins. His body follows, "Mon reine" he screeches running at full speed. All of his curls bounce on his forehead.
Ok, so I hate Eric with a passion, but damn is he hot. His body is toned like a kings, which makes sense because he was crown prince. His suits made him look even more —and yes it possible, even though I don't believe it— muscular.
When he stops, Malcom leads his sister into a deep bow to their prince. My 'spell' should wear off in just a second but I'll enjoy it while it lasts. "Baby! Thank the Bloodens you came!" I draw out the words all doughy, like I'm a 'damsel in distress'. Eric glares at the twins before pushing them out of the way to get to me. His rough hands cup my face, his eyes sadden as he looks at my cuffs. He reaches to unlock the When one of his stupid guards stops him.
"Your majesty! I don't think it's such a good idea to unleash the... beast" he whispers the 'beast' part. Oh so I'm a beast now?! How dare he! I would have been his queen if...well...you know... I didn't stab Eric, and I guess I'd have to love him too. But that's not the point here buddy.
Annnnnd the spell has worn off. The sad look in his eyes gone. Now replaced by a greedy lustful gleam. Ew. His hands sit on each side of my head, sort of pinning me to the wall. He is so close I can smell his minty pineapple breath.
"Aw baby, you thought your magic would work again? After last time I came guarded." He rises and moves out of the way so I can see two of his guards in matching blue uniforms. Gold X's cross their chests in the Jade Symbol like on the flag. My dad used to wear the captains uniforms with a gold symbol, and white uniform with blue outlining. Now who know who wears the noble uniform...
Sadness screams threw me, making heartbeat fasten in effort not to cry. It tears threw my heavily guarded walls like acid to brick. My stomach nots with pain that seers threw my bones. Eric looks back at me, his smugness fading at my expression. Pity falls on every perfect feature of his. With his grin now gone he places a hand on my cheek and says, "hey, what's wrong, Quiny? Here, come here." Knowing I don't like his hand there he removes it and guides me towards the door. He simply looks at the twins, growling he murmurs for them to rise.
A couple minutes later, before I can proses properly what's going on, —'cause that's how Eric works— I am sitting on a metal bench in the visitors building. The bench is cold on my half bear legs. The grey jumpsuit I wear —which looks amazing on me— is very low cut, they do this so inmates have nowhere to store weapons. Lucky me, I am a weapon. If needed I could make one in the moment. Anything is a weapon if you throw it hard enough.
"Hey, Quiny, are you ok?"
"Am I ok?! Is that a joke? It's not very funny."
"I'm sorry, you just looked... sad."
Anger boils in me, is he serious?! He locked me up here. He killed Ryan. He is the reason for everything and then turns around acting like he is in love with me?! I don't think so! "And you look like an idiot, but do I point it out every five seconds?" And of course I'm sad, look at this prison you have me looked up in!" Honestly he must have been dropped on his head when he was little! The princes' face is contorted in anger like I am the one who hit a nerve. Pshh, acting like he is the hurt one, like he has lost it all.
"I've told you like a thousand times! I did not lock you up! That was my father! And you wouldn't even be here if you didn't murder that man! Or act like a crazy woman! Also this is an asylum, not a prison! You know, a place for crazies?!"
"You did not just call me crazy" I retort, lips puckered.
"Oh but I did! What are you going to do about it?" His voice cools in a flirt. Eric slides his fingers sneakily under my chin, pushing my head up to face his. Eye to eye now, his shiny grey pearls look even more lustful. Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew!! I yank away with a glare, "What do you think you're doing? You really think I'd fall for you like those other girls?" I reel, putting a pouty -and flirty- face on. I've gotta escape some how, and even though I want to shove a spoon down his throat, I can tolerate his touch. For now.
"That's right, you aren't like other girls, but I am the prince, doesn't that make you... Interested?" No! Why would I be?! There is nothing to be interested in. And I mean Nothing. Obviously I can't say that though, sigh. So instead I say, "It depends. Were is the nearest empty room, and can you take these off?" I shake my cuffed hands behind me. Please say yes. Eric pauses with a gleam in his grey-blue marbles. Maybe I have telepathy and I just don't know it yet? Let's try. Say yes. Say it with me, ye-es.
He takes a deep breath, "No" I could scream right now. No, better yet burn his face off! I want to leave this place, and if he isn't gonna help, than I don't need him. Ganted I am going to murder him later, but he could still help.
"What?! So you can murder me? I don't think so Quiny! Not until every part of you screams for me." Every word that leaves his mouth repulses me. Clearly my distaste is written all over my face because he says, "Aw don't be down, mon princess. You'd be sad if you killed me and then realized you loved me now wouldn't you?" I sit up, the cuffs scraping against my skin making me wince. I'm going to kill Mike. He did this on purpose! Eric leans over and before I know it, he pecks a kiss on my cheek. My eyes go wide with annoyance then slacken into a glare. I tend to do that a lot around Eric.
"I'll be leaving now Quincy. Stay safe" um... I don't know if he knows this or not, but I kinda can't in a place like this. The place he put me at. A voice echos in the back of my mind. "No! Stay!" I rush scuffling closer to him. As close as I can get to him at least. Eric's eyes dough at the sight of me begging for his presence. "Now, Quincy—"
His wrist glows ice blue, he taps on it with that playful wonder if his. A holographic blue screen hovers above Eric's tan wrist, it reads E-JEWL2K-JEWL. Under it a message pops up. I wish I could read it, but it's blurred beyond recognition. That's how Prens's work, unless the user authorizes it, nobody else can read whats on the screen. I could blearily read the top! It must be important, Eric sighs while he glares at the holograph in annoyance. Like it's the Prens fault, Eric. Blame it everyone else like you always do.
I find myself ogling Eric's face. His face muscles are shaped in beautifully impossible ways it still shocks me to this day. His lushes lashes, and tweaked eyebrows are sculptures in perfect smoothed points. So pretty. I did say he was handsome, I don't like him, but...
"Like what you see?" Eric mumbles without looking up from the Pren. YES! "Why wouldn't I? The wall is so pretty." I purr blandly. He's hot, but he doesn't need to know that. Eric scowls at the screen before shutting it off and standing once more. "I actually have to go this time. Bye bye butter-cake!" Butter-cake? What the actual bloody hell...
Eric signals to a guard, Davonte, behind me to take me back up to my cell. "I've been meaning to talk to you for a while now, Dave" I say with fake kindness to Davonte when he gets over to me. Davonte is very young and inexperienced for a guard, so I don't know why they left me with him. But I'll take every chance.
Behind me, I can hear Davonte gulp down a round of anxiety. This should be fun. Note the sarcasm. "Your brother is the one who decided that it'd be fun to put a camera in the female inmates locker room?" Although I can't see his face from behind me, I know he's wincing. We all are. "Look, I don't know what your getting at, and I don't really want to, but I'm not apart of it!" He rushes with worry. Geez, he's taking all the fun out of it. Also, doesn't he hold all the authority here?
We peek around the corner to the hallway that lead down to the elevators. "Yes, I'm sure you have nothing to do with it. But even if you don't..." I wiggle slightly in my cuffs, so slightly, Davonte doesn't even notice. Good, I'd hate for him to see whats coming. Mike may have tightened the cuffs so I can barely feel my wrists, but I loosened them while I was talking to Eric.
One hand out. Now I can hurt someone. Davonte stops walking, probably noticing that I stored talking. He stands right in front of me, shaking slightly. He should have never turned his back on me. Amateur. "He loves you. You are his brother. It would be a travesty if you were hurt, or worse." I step closer to his unmoving body.
"I...I didn't do..." He huffs quiet tears slipping down his cheeks. I almost feel bad, but I need a distraction, and if im lucky the prince is still here. If so all the guards will be focused on keeping him safe. "Please..." Davonte whimpers turning to face me. His light brown eyes glassy, like a dolls. He's heard the horror stories about me. The cinders I used for the guards grave two years ago.
Its to late to beg though. I've already wrapped the chain of the cuffs around his neck. He shouldn't fight back, it'll only make it worse. Bloodier. But its human nature to want to survive. One of his arms reaches for the chain restricting his air, while the other reaches for his sword. He's too late, I've already got it and holding it to his neck. Then with a yelp, he is gone. Dead and splayed on the ground with blood pouring out of his neck.
I didn't care much for his brothers ploys, it happens all the time with other thirsty guards. I just needed a reason to kill him. One that wont blow the king over the edge on the issue of my death. Blue, one of the many guards, should be coming down this hall on one of his rounds. I will sneak go into one of the many open rooms Davonte is supposed to be watching, and then when Blue finds the body all I have to do is run. Run and escape and leave for ever. Its...full proof?
Footsteps, heavy ones at that. Heavy footsteps that match with the weight of Blue. And yes it may sound weird, but I did learn the sound of his steps, along with most of the guards. You do what you can, and two years of the same sound can make it very fimiliar to a person. Especially one trained to pay attention to these kinds of things. My breathing slows to listen for Blues normal patterns, if he were to see a body in the armor of a royal guard than he should stop. The footsteps should become uneven when he continues too survey around the body. Its normal procedure. I've killed enough guards to know.
Soon, Blue does exactly that. He stops with a loud gasp. Rushed noises sound next, hurried breathing follows, "What...?" Blue huffs, I can here him patting down the body. "This is Cordo-602, I've found a code R89. Requesting a 436 vac. immediately." He says threw his com. I've heard those codes like a bigillion times. I've memorized most, the important ones are changed every month so as not to lead on to frod.
Now Blue is surveying the area for any inmates, I can feel him getting closer to me. He keeps his footsteps as quiet as possible so as not to give any warning to the escapee. But my Fae ears are not fooled. Being half Fae is what makes me a Sire. Any creature mixed with a Siren is called a Sire. A dying race, considered to be like ants to most. Yes I know, im very rare. Im pretty cool if I do say so myself.
While the Asylum blocks out most magic, its invincible to Siren magic. So I consider myself pretty powerful if I do say so myself. Although my Fae magic, my most powerful part, would be very useful at a time like this. Blue comes closer to my cozy MCA room. MCA stands for Mentally Challenge Academy. Basically a mint cell for crazies. Why does everyone think im crazy? Even the universe does!
Now lets see how distracted Blue is 'cause he's getting to close. "Retournez dans la salle de visite et attendez les grades" I whisper the command in french because I am part French, and its said to be more alluring among Sirens. I feel his minds buzz, its trying to fight. I close my eyes, to take down his guard. Its not that hard, he is already unsteady and anxious. entering into his thoughts I whisper, Go, or you will die. If he thinks its his own idea, his own brain warning him he will more likely follow my warning.
Soon his heavy uneven steps fade into nothingness. Now is the time to flee. I throw myself out of the room and past Devonte, down the Holland turn left this time instead of right. This hall leads to the courtyard were the other elevators are, and the door. I mean its heavily guarded of course, but I get there when I get there.
When I get to the courtyard, I can already here the guards in the visiting room searching for me. Sirens begin to blare, guards begin to tackle inmates and drag them back to their cells. "The prince!" Jase, one of my old guards -before he got promoted, jerk I actually liked him- says rushing towards the entrance were the prince is just leaving. Eric's personal guards pull him back in and rush over to the elevators, they hop in one, push a button and start flying up. A cluster of other guards follow, most from the entrance. Good. I say to myself with satisfaction. I am finally going to leave this place.
I hurry to the exit were a bunch of empty glass boxes sit. Its a sign out area, but no one is there anymore and I can just slide by. About four guards sit in font of my freedom: Silvia, a witch, Alan, a wolf blooden, Dela, a dog blooden, and Kedrick, also a wolf blooded -None of them can use their magic though, the blocker is still in place, remember?- I can only see that Dela is a blooden because of the sleek white ears that pop out of her brown hair. Only some blooden show signs of their species, I can only tell what the others are because of my Fae nose.
So close to the exit of Fae Asylum my magic increases in strength, barely. My teeth sharpen, poking at my lips, finally not suppressed as much. My senses heighten more also, and my ears begin to prick at the tops. I can feel the magic buzzing threw my blood.
I've only been this close ones. Except I was further. Outside to be exact. I just had to get away from the barbed wire fence and into the forest. But I had lost a lot of blood that day. I had lost a lot period. So tired and broken I fell to the ground with shaking knees. Whimpering on the floor for hours. I could have left. Gone far away, and let all the memories fade into mist. But for some reason I just couldn't let go of what tragedies I had experienced. How many things I had let go of in order to hold onto more. Little did I know that you couldn't have it all. My hands were full and everything fell. Including me.
Anger fills me from head to toe. All I care about right now is getting out. And this time, I wont be giving up. The guards ready themselves as I gain ground. Sliding past the glass boxes, I rip off one of the small metal polls that prevent you from leaving. My Fae side gives me extraordinary strengths. The poll was already mostly broken anyways.
Dela unsheathes her sword getting into a battle stance. Her yellow eyes gleam with excitement for the battle soon to come. Her coco nose twitches when I make i contact, throwing the poll at Silvia who is standing right behind her. No one was expecting that. I disarmed myself of the poll, but i still have the cuffs. Dela lets out a harsh growl and pounces on me clawing at my eyes.
"Yeah! Relax! She's not dead!" I grumble with the effort of pushing off the big dog. I wrap my hands around her neck grabbing the other cuffing and squeeze. She wont go down, but she is weaken enough for me to throw her off. The other two are on the ground checking on Silvia, Alan pulls her to her feet and drags her away.
Alan whips around to attack me next. Dela is already on it, on me, again though. She throws punches at the ground hopping to kill. The great part of her being her being a dog blooden is that she lets emotions get the best of her. Wolf bloodens, not so much. Alan hands her a small diamond knife with a silver handle. She hits my arm twice before I knock it out of her grasp with my other hand.
I kick her in the gut three times before she finally falls off. When she leaps again im ready with her weapon in my hand. It slashes threw her coming fist and she crinkles to the floor with a scream. I dodge Alan as he attempts to hit me with his sword. I spin on my knees and strike his legs causing him to fall and drop the sword. I pick it up striking him, but he is ready and slides around it. I stand up and with a final blow, I sink it threw his head.
Next task is the door. They have upgraded it since last time. It has a pad lock on it that only open to voice commands and eye scans. The eye part I can handle, but the voice part is tuff. I'll just have to find were Silvia and Kendrick have gone of to and threaten one of them. They will, hopefully, let me out with a little "persuasiveness". I cut out one of Delas' yellow eyes with ease, then hold it out for the scanner. Nothing happened.
"Oh! Almost forgot." I whisper to myself opening the pad lock next to the scanner and type in the code. I've seen them use it every day for a year. Again they change it every month, but I memorize it every month. 87892637657. Finally the gewy red eye scans, the sound of air releasing follows a second latter. Now to begin the search for—
"Tefra?!" I stop dead in my tracks to the sound of a familiar, i think, voice. "Yeeeeesss?" I say turning to see a man standing right behind me with a Fae sword in his hands. A Fae sword can rip anyone who the owner sees as a threat to pieces. The man is like a mountain of muscles behind me. His eyes are a familiar icy blue eyes that make me gulp. He has spiky dark brown hair that's dappled a little with sweat.
To put it lightly, he is hot. I don't want to stop staring. It takes a second for it to click. He is Fae. Which is weird since the all Fae disappeared almost a decade ago. Only the old are still alive, and even they are disappearing. Like dad. He licks his pointed teeth, lifting his the golden sword. Then quietly he whispers, "It's been a while."
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Hello! Welcome to my new story! I love it very much! It's the bestest! Yes I did say bestest. It's Cinderella in a new light! I hate the normal story, like you had one wish that could become true and you wish to go to a dance?! What is wrong with you?! You could have wished for a better life! Or maybe to just be able to escape! And being nice doesn't mean being a door mat, it means standing up for the weak. What is that teaching young girls? Hope long enough and a prince will whip you off your feet? Not make things happen yourself? Or take what you want?!
Ok, sorry I got off track there. 😂 I'll be better! Anyways I'm already working on chapter two it should be coming out soon.
Also, just for those who were wondering, this chapter is about 5,670 words.
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