Life had always been about social propriety. Being the princess meant doing what she was told for the sake of her mother’s reputation; for the sake of the crown. Someday, she will be queen bee.

The law dictates she has to marry royalty, but she didn’t want to marry him.  He is a prince, wealthy and handsome, but she was already in love with another – a modest drone in the countryside. Marrying a commoner was not an option, yet she was adamant. She had already made up her mind. Even if it meant forgoing the crown for a commoner’s life.

WORD COUNT: 100

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