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"In a far-off kingdom, Princess Sophia is forced to participate in a royal tournament to choose a suitor. But Sophia has other plans - she longs for independence, adventure, and a life beyond the castle walls. When her father, the king, discovers her reluctance, he sends her to New York to live with his uncle. As Sophia navigates the unfamiliar city streets, she must confront her own desires, loyalties, and sense of identity. Will she find a way to reconcile her royal past with her modern future, or will she forever be torn between two worlds? Sophia { "Ahh.. I didn't realize new york would be this crazy, all I see around me is romance, naughty teens. } Kelvin { That girl is just to sexy, can wait to touch her curvy tits, and f**k her tight pussy. } Dora { She is just a bitch, I am going to send some rough men to rape her } This story, is filled with romance, comedy.. And if you are not strong enough, you might not be able to withstand the scenes... From Castle walls to city streets..
In a dimly lit chamber, a lone figure sat on the edge of a plush, velvet bed. Princess Sofia's slender frame was draped in a flowing white gown, its delicate fabric shimmering in the faint moonlight that seeped through the windows. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, as if trying to hold herself together.
Her mind was a maelstrom of emotions, her thoughts racing with anxiety and fear. Tears streamed down her cheeks like rivulets of sorrow, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to contain her emotions.
"I'm not ready," she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. The words hung in the air like a plea, but there was no one to hear her, no one to comfort her.
With a sudden burst of frustration, Sofia rose from the bed and strode to the window. She flung it open, the cool night air rushing in like a sigh of relief. But the sight that greeted her only made her heart sink further.
Below, the castle grounds were ablaze with torches and lanterns, casting a golden glow over the assembled crowds. Thousands of armed guards stood at attention, their armor glinting in the light. The gardens, once a peaceful oasis, were now a whirlwind of activity, with maids and servants scurrying about, arranging elaborate decorations and gifts.
Sofia's eyes widened in dismay as she took in the scene. This was all for her, for the royal ball that would change her life forever. But she wasn't ready. She didn't want to be a pawn in this game of royal politics.
With a sob, Sofia slammed the window shut, the sound echoing through the chamber like a cry of despair. She stumbled back to her bed, collapsing onto the pillows as tears overwhelmed her. The darkness closed in around her, a suffocating shroud that threatened to consume her.
As Sofia lay on her bed, trying to calm her racing thoughts, the sudden knock at the door made her sit up with a start. She quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, trying to compose herself. "Who...who is that?" she stammered, her voice trembling slightly.
Despite her efforts to sound calm, the person outside the door could sense the underlying distress in her voice. There was a gentle pause before the response came. "It's...me. May I come in?" The voice was soft and soothing, a familiar tone that brought a mix of comfort and anxiety to Sofia's heart.
She knew that voice, and she knew that her mother wouldn't take no for an answer. But Sofia still tried to deter her, hoping to avoid a conversation that would only lead to more tears. "No...no, do not come in, Mom, please. I'm busy," Sofia said, trying to sound calm and firm.
But her mother's gentle persistence was hard to resist. The door creaked open, and Queen Isabella slipped inside, her eyes scanning the room with concern. The soft click of the door closing behind her was a subtle reminder that Sofia's mother was not one to be easily deterred.
Sofia's heart sank, knowing that her mother had seen through her facade. She felt a lump form in her throat as she tried to prepare herself for the conversation that was to come. Her mother's eyes, filled with compassion and understanding, locked onto hers, and Sofia knew that she couldn't hide her true feelings forever.
