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"Aren't you angry, I'm dressed like this?" I asked "No I'm not sweetheart, who knows, if you hadn't dressed this way the Queen might have chosen you" "I can't believe you are my mother" "Let all go and prepare for the wedding coming up this night. Our Prince is going back tomorrow" The Queen announced. Everyone left in twos and threes. "Is that all!!? Mum do something" "Yes baby, let's get prepared for your wedding."

aken, she's going to fall down anytime soon. I wonder when on earth she would wear a smart dress. As a prince, my wedding is supposed to be a big one but I thank Heavens it's not really big else she would have disgraced me this same way. Cameras are rolling and I'm sure the wedding is playing live on local channels. I looked at her from her head to her toes again. She deemed the occasion important enough for her to pack her hair in a ponytail, she's wearing probably her great great grandmother's wedding dress. The style is so out of date. Why isn't mum doing anything about it? I searched the crowd for her mother and found her hands over mouth in shock. She's definitely not aware of her child's dressing. I turned to look at mum, she's smiling so hard her mouth will tear. I turned back to look at the bride. The flowers in her hands had seen hard days and are dead. I couldn't cry, why is this

ns dear, but why did you choose her if I may ask?" "I don't know, I just love her daring spirit, she reminds me of my youth. I did worse tha

we've been silent since the beginning of the journey. "Aren't you going to talk?" I asked "What talking am I talking. I like silence