As I took in a deep breath I dared to move my eyes to the person who stood daringly in the back, his head held high and a smirk was formed on his face. It was Justin. My first true love… He took a step forward towards us, cool and smooth, everyone taking a quick step back while he proceeded forward. His hair was covered in gel, his Armani suit clearly pressed, and his shiny new silver Rolex watch hung around his wrist. How did he ever get the money to afford such an outfit? “You see my good people; this young lady was madly in love with me. We were once planning on getting married and having children of our own. Everything was fine, but then she was picked off the street by my Prince Taylor himself to work at the palace. She agreed only because of the money, and as she began working more, she became more like her childhood. A trapped little girl who never shared her emotions. She then came home one night, her red dress that I had bought her, ripped. I had asked what had happened and she quietly whispered, ‘Tay-’” He was cut off by Taylor’s angry booming voice, “So help me Justin, if you continue I will personally slice your head off myself!” He stepped down onto the marble dancing floor. His steps were fiercer, longer. His fists were slowly clenching in and out as he took each step. “Fuck off.” There was a short moment of gasping as the people heard their Prince curse for the first time. I felt the need to stand up, but something glued me to the chair. I couldn’t move …
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