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Today was the day that I turned 18 it was a bittersweet day. My family gave me amazing gifts and were supportive. I was the direct heir to the throne and I would get my title of queen in a few days but what made it bittersweet was I would have to marry Dimitri Belikov. The Mazur-Hathaway family and the Belikov family were, well we were like the Montague's and the Capulet's we despised each other. Every word spoken to the other was always dripping with disdain.
"Rose!" My brother Christian called.
"Is he here already?" I said alarmed. There was a ball to announce the engagement and I was just now getting into my corset.
"Yes and he wants to speak to you."
"I'm just in a corset!" I was still a virgin and played to stay one for the rest of my life if I had to marry Dimitri Belikov.
"He says he doesn't care."
"Tell him to come in. He can help me with my stays."
The door opened and in walked Dimitri Belikov. Don't get me wrong he was completely gorgeous and sexy (I might rethink the virginity thing) but I was taught at a young age to hate the family.
"Princess Rose," he said with an amazing accent.
"King Dimitri," I replied he was a few years older than me, 7 to be exact; he got his title when he was 21.
"Would you like any help?" He asked me. It might seem weird that a king wanted to help a woman dress but I have known since I was 15 that Dimitri Belikov had a thing for my body and he would do anything to see me in little to nothing.
"Yes."
He helped me get dressed into my ball gown (dress on profile) and we walked down the stairs to be presented to the public.
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