From Prisoner to Princess

, banging on the bars to my cell. I shiver from

for those who don't help benifit the kingdom of Zalaris. They arrest those who do petty

until you beg for it to stop. Then a lady from the palace and trains -more like brain washes- them

t was supposed to teach them that hard work and ded

in how I got in this shit h

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g to the allyways that would tak

Crown!" It was the poli

slowing me down with the weight of the food inside

of my body, and the truth is that they were. I had grown up in the slums since I was

ts of crumbled walls until I see i

work on it since finding it three years ago. The place was stu

, making sure no police were around befor

safe

oney and jewels, removing the loose tile and stashing it all in the tin cookie

he comfortable couch and turning on the DVD player, putting on a black

ursed, getting up and going out side where the breaker w

g ready to bolt when I was tackled and pinned under a policeman, my hands held strong

isson and dressed in a pair of black b

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way down to the common area. I was the last in the line and could clearly see the hobble from the girls who used to be pr

realise that the line was smaller, and I counted the girls left. Five of the girls were gone, and guess what, they wer

freeken horrible. At least the food here was great, not bette

s, especially the head chef, as he had alway

n area and I sigh at the smell o

join the growing food li