A noose around my neck, for which I was born with. Adalaid Prolet, the straight A student, master of stringed insturments, aritst of chalk and oil, sharpshooter… the princess. next in line for the throne.
“Keep your head up Addy, you shall be queen.’
“Do not cry Adalade, you will be queen.”
“Make haste, Miss Prolet, your kingdom is waiting.’
What if I don’t want it? I want free-will. I want t...