I was standing beside my father in the ball room of his elagant hall named after his father king Edward. We welcomed royal guests who wore beautiful clothes and talking like nothing matters.
I was being introduced to each guest as they kiss my cheeks and pass with air of confidence and stiffness.
Some show their protests lightly with their stupid face when my Father King Desmond introduce me as his daughter Princess Gebirella which they already know.
Some never approved of me, and at the...