I sprinted faster, running from the royal guard. I knew they would take me to the prince if they caught me. I turned on to a forest path, full of low hanging branches and roots emerging from the ground. One by one, they stumbled and fell to the ground, until only one was left standing.
“By order of the [name_m]Prince[/name_m] of Etherea, you are to return to the castle!”
I didn’t want to do this
“As the [name_m]Crown[/name_m] [name_f]Princess[/name_f] of Etherea, I order you to stand down!”
It always comes to this
[name_f]Every[/name_f] time I try to escape from my suffocating life, to escape all the pressures and responsibilities heaped on my slender sixteen year old shoulders…
He finds out.
[name_f]My[/name_f] betrothed.
The prince.
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