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We say goodbye to them at the door, and I sigh once the door is shut. My papa chuckles at me and I give him a stare.

"Prince Nicholas really likes you." Papa gives me a smirk and I roll my eyes back at him.

"I mean il est sympa. Mais, je ne pense pas que je veux l'épouser." Papa nods his head and maman comes storming over to me. (Translation: He is nice. But I don't think I want to marry him.)

"Non Antoinette. Tu vas l'épouser. You don't have a say in this. He is a nice young man and he really likes you. Tu feras le bien de ta famille et tu épouseras le prince Nicolas." My maman has a very stern voice and although I am taller than her, she still intimidates me. (Translation: No Antoinette. You will marry him. You will do right by this family and marry Prince Nicholas.)

I nod my head and she leaves the room. Papa gives me a remorseful look and grabs my hands in his.

"You know we love you, mon amour. But this was set up long before you could walk. So I'm afraid you don't have a say in this. Je suis désolé, mais c'est ce qu'il y a de mieux pour la famille." He kisses me on the forehead and silently leaves the room. (Translation: I am sorry, but it's what is best for the family)

I walk back up to my room and walk out to the balcony. A cool afternoon breeze flows through my room, creating slight goosebumps on my shoulders. I find myself thinking why I am in this position. Someone else would much rather live my life than me.

"Anna!" I turn around to see Juliet running in through my door. She runs up to me and hugs me, spinning us around.

"Juliet, I thought you weren't coming by till later." She lets go of me and sits on one of the seats on my balcony.

"Ugh, well maman was being a douleur dans mon cul. Je suis désolé, I just really wanted to see you. Especially after your big day with Prince Nicholas." I giggle and sit down on the seat next to her. (Translation: pain in my ass.)

"Oh yes, everyone wants to know about that." I close my eyes and rest my head back. She falls silent so I look over to see her staring patiently at me.

"So? Are you going to tell me or not? Dis le salope." She nudges me in the arm and I can't help but laugh at how eager she is. (Translation: Say it bitch)

"Fine. Honestly, he is a very nice guy but I don't want to get married." She gasps at me and holds her hand to her heart dramatically like she has been shot and I shake my head and laugh back at her. 

"Oh mon dieu. Qu'allons nous faire? The Princesse Antoinette Belle De La Croix does not want to marry Prince Nicholas the third? Ça ne peut pas être!" I laugh at how dramatic she is and she laughs back with me. (Translation: Oh my god. what are we going to do? This cannot be!)

"My little Antoinette will marry the Prince of England whether she likes it or not. They will live happily ever after!" Her impression of my mother is spot on and this makes me laugh even more. 

"Okay, okay. I know." I can't help myself from laughing as she prances around like my mother but finally sits back down next to me.

"But in all seriousness, why don't you want to marry him? Il est si rêveur." I laugh at what she says and shake my head. (Translation: He's so dreamy)

"If you like him so much, then you marry him." I roll my eyes at her and cross my arms.

"Okay, tout d'abord, you know I would love to do that. Et deuxième de tous, why do you have to marry him if you really don't want to?" She questions and I look away from her. (Translation: first of all. And second of all)

"There is nothing wrong with him. He's cute, charming, and everything else that you would look for in a husband, but I want something more. My whole life has been planned out for me since before I was born and it's all the same. I need something exciting. I don't want to marry someone just because my parents and their parents made some silly little agreement. I want to marry someone because I fall in love with them, not because my mum fell in love with the idea." My rant leaves her staring at me.

"Merde c'est profond." Her comment makes me laugh and I grab her arm and make her stand up. (Translation: shit thats deep)

"Come on, lets go do something fun."

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sorry for the long chapter. I just needed something to fill the space.

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