The Prince Is A Princess

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he weight of it press against my palm as

breath came ragged, bu

n-Chief of my father's army, stood motionle

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, my blade cutting

ior. Again!" He roared, and I stepped back and

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hands grew weak. I was lo

future king does not hesita

ched m

ow the truth

ing to be the perfect prince, st

s heir, the kingdom's warrior, the leader who w

be weak. I was not al

y skin, bound beneath layers of deception. I wa

h training. Knowing that my existence was built on

that was not my own. I dressed as a prince, spoke as a princ

wo

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my feet, ignoring t

hemselves, their voices hushed but filled with judgment.

uld give

ng into a defensive stance. This ti

e aimed for my side, I made a swift move just in time, land

ut my sword rested on his neck

use from the men

t, I thought he might be proud, but then he smir

of my glove, swallowing the bi

nd, a deep voice ran

is e

er, King Hezekai, stood at the edge of the

. His once powerful frame had begun to

es locking onto mine.

ord as I followed him thr

was not a man of words. If he had summoned

th a heavy thud. He walked to the massive map spread acros

said, voice slow and measured. "I

ion slithered

ome of age, Marice. So you

nished fro

ed. "Fath

debate," he

You will wed a daughter of another nobleman

uld I give him a son when I was not

losing in. My throat tightened. If I refused,

uld I keep

re the truth