My Prince Charming NOT!

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Summary

He wants to be crowned soon but doesn't want to be bound by marraige so young She wants freedom&happiness and there is only one place she can get it. "Where am I sleeping ?" I raise an eyebrow "On the bed." "You?" she frowned. " On the bed." I repeated. "I'll sleep on the floor so that you're not uncomfortable." with that she started to settle on the floor. "No no no it's okay, you can sleep on the bed I'm not uncomfortable." Albert Edward James Mattew He is the crown prince who is responsible of his duties and wants to take the crown soon but doesn't want to get married and be tied to one person for the rest of his life so soon. Ashlee Samantha Lambert A girl who had lost her mother at the age 15. As if living with her messed up father for five years without freedom wasn't enough. Now she is supposed to seduce the crown prince and take the title of the queen to make her father proud of her.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
13
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Prologue

1.Hair in a Bun.

Check.

2.Denim Jacket.

Check.

3.Noisy Bracelets

Check.

I peeked out of the window and saw Dad waiting at our front door. He was early since Mom had left a few miss calls.

I screamed “DAD” in an over excited voice as I opened the door crushed him in a hug to let him know that it was me in fact who was opening the door.

The house staff weren’t leaving until the next half an hour,which meant I still had about that much of ‘me’ time.

“Where is your mother?” Dad asked.

“She’s gone shopping.” I lied.


All the house staff were almost gone; time to change character.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed an empty shopping bag, put all the milk products and veggies from the fridge into the shopping bag.

After that I headed to the bathroom and changed into mom’s clothes, got rid of my stupid bracelets and put my hair in a low ponytail.

When I was done I looked at the mirror and mourned over how much I looked like mom. Big brown eyes, Chubby Cheeks and a body that somehow never became fat. The only difference between us was that I had raven black hair whereas she beautiful red locks.

With the grocery bag in hand I sneaked out of the back door and rang the doorbell of my house.

My life had become a complicated mess in the last five years and there was absolutely no one who could help me out of it.