(This is incredibly sappy, cliche, exaggerated, & typical romantic story. Don't read if not your genre.)
When we were little, some of us have always dreamed of being a princess, marry a handsome prince and live in a very beautiful castle like Cinderella, Snow White and Barbie. We want to experience all those wonderful things that comes with being a princess. Imagine a room full of clothes and shoes, fluffy king size bed, pink curtains, and an endless supply of ice cream and goodies. We all thought that a prince is supposed to be kind, gentle, calm, easy to find, handsome, and possesses all the good things you can think of. Maybe can be defined as almost perfect. But When I turned 13, I realized that good princes' are only found in books and in fairy tales. Yes there are beautiful castles, endless supply of clothes and shoes, comfy bed, but an almost perfect prince? I don't think so. They are arrogant, selfish, mean, demanding, and ugh. It will take me a whole day to tell you everything. Maybe you'd think, "What the heck is she talking about?" or "She is so judgmental!", something like that. But believe me, I KNOW. How?
Because I, Briseis (Please call me Aynie), 20 years of age.......
Is secretly married to a prince.
(A handsome-but-a-prick kind of prince)