



Royalty
I had several problems. Most of them I could control. Like the fact that I'm next in line for France's succession, as my brother, at just 7 years old, couldn't be elected king. Or the fact that my life was totally controlled by my parents, even that I managed to get around. At least once in a while. But there was one I couldn't. One that had a first name, a last name, a smile that bordered on malice and a silly title. That in the end, it was the only thing that could connect us. Your Headline. I would turn 18 in two months and then take the throne as queen. But for that, I would need to get married. Worse, she would have to marry someone she didn't like, or rather couldn't stand. My problem. Justin Drew Bieber, heir to Canada. But like I said, the only thing that could connect us is your title. Right?
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