Anamaria felt distinctly odd when she awoke. Her head was throbbing and her mouth dry and cotton-filled. She ached all over and she whimpered at she sat up. "Oh, dear. What ever have I done?" Delicately, she pressed her hands to her aching head and tried not to weep as she struggled to recall what could have possibly happened that she should
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She sighed wistfully. It would have been so lovely to be a fairy tale princess.
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She was so lucky, she reflected gratefully, to have a prince of her own.
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[am a dork. forgive me]
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