You sit there at the table. Your hands on your lap and your posture straight, this is only because you feel your mother’s eyes glaring at you every now and again. You hate being a Royal and having to be expected to be treated like a true queen. Suddenly someone Sits next to you on your right. You look up and see Carter pulling out his chair. He’s wearing a Black fancy suit. His tie Neat and tidy, his hair looks messy but looks as if it’s been styled that way.
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