The Corrupt Princess
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Thread Topic: The Corrupt Princess
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"Okay? First of all, I'm not a baby." Tallulah told the woman that hugged her.
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(Mothers always refer to their daughters as their baby girl.)
"You've grown so much. Last time I saw you you were only a baby." The Queen cried with joy as the king entered. He blinked in cheerful surprise as he told the gaurds to get a party ready to celebrate his daughters return. -
(I wanted her to be disrespectful but oh well.)
Tallulah smiled sheepishly. Things were happening too fast! -
(Sorry.)
"Are you okay? Where were you?" Her mother asked. -
(Omg! Your profile picture! What is that?!)
"I'm fine and I was...er..." She stammered. -
(It's my fidget spinner.)
"The woman who returned her said she was kidnapped by a group of prostitutes." The guard reported. "Oh you poor dear!!!" The Queen cried. -
"Its okay. You don't have to worry. I'm here now and I'm fine." Tallulah said. She didn't know why, but she sounded too caring.
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"Well, we should take you to your room." The king smiled, wiping tears from his wife's eyes.
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Tallulah looked down and cursed everyone then looked up, "Am I staying?"
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"Of course! You're home." The Queen told her, hugging her daughter.
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Tallulah's eyes widened as she slowly hugged the Queen back, "Yay...I'm so...happy." She said nervously and sarcastically.
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They took her to her room and the chefs came in with a pile of fried chicken, a large bowl of chaser salad, a large tray filled with deviled eggs, a large bowl of French fries, a tray of garlic bread, and a small bowl of Italian wedding soup. "Your lunch is ready princess Tallulah!" The chefs cheered.
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"Um," Tallulah tucked her hair behind her ears, "This is...um, too much." She picked up a tray and walked to the pile of fried chicken and used her hands to take a small portion of chicken and place it on the tray. She tasted the salad with her hands and frowned in disgust. She picked one devilled egg. "Meh." She said, and walked past the French fries pile. She took a garlic bread, cut it in half and placed it on her tray. "This'll do." She smiled, and licked her fingers.
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(God I could use that meal sign me up!)
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"Any left overs will be given to the servants." The Queen told her.
(I'll make a C3. C1's prim and perfect yet identical twin sister. You can tell them apart because of their fashion sense.)
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