"Sit down."

I stared at the slim tall blonde who was pointing top the spare seat beside her. She had the don't-mess-with-me-or-ill-bash-the-hell-outta-you face.

"Miss, is there anything?"

She death-stared at me, "Miss Sun, must I repeat myself. You are a princess now, not a commoner. You're too mature now to call me 'Miss'. I am 'Your Highness'."

Yeah... that's me. I'm Mi-Yeon Sun. AND YES I AM FREAKING A COMMONER. Not a princess. Why would I ever be a princess! (Thinks: :/) I don/t want to lead a life with loneliness and get a boyfriend who stays at home with me and suffers being in the newspaper whenever we have an affair or something.

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD (A/N: ERM...NOT REALLY?) THERE IS A COMMONER GUY CALLED Seung-Gi Park.

"What happened?" I asked the lady at the reception of this massively big mansion thing that has white and yellow gold walls and quartz tiles.

"Come in the room, people are waiting for you."

She leads me into a room where the halls were built of glass and pure silver. I stand in front of the door and I hear a girl/s voice. It sounds pretty and delicate. Probably have to better be careful in there. The lady opens the door and cold air sweeps across me face, making me hair look like some octopus. I see a tall slim blonde lady and a REALLY REALLY PRETTY GIRL sitting next to her. She's so pretty she looks like Kim Seul Mi and Im Yoona's face bashed together. SO PRETTY.

"Sit next to that girl there. She's called Mi-Yeon."

"Arasso kamshaminda," I bow and take the chair next to her and sit. My palms are starting to get sweaty, and it's pissing me off, but I try to calm myself down as the blonde lady in front of me gives me lychee ice tea.

"Make yourself comfortable," the blonde lady nods and bows,"This is Mi-Yeon. She's a princess."

I shake my head and make my eyes appear wide. I turn my head to look at her. You know that feeling right? Even to girls too, when you look at someone for the first time and they look cool but you feel like a total homophobic e llama just even glancing at them. But it makes your heart jum[p out of your heart when you turn back and they're looking at you shyly. I could tell she likes me, and I like her too. I just don't believe she's a princess.

"A princess?"

"Yep. a princess."

'So... why am I here?"

MI-YEON'S POV

"So...why am I here?" The hot guy looks at the blonde, who is laughing silently. He's SO good-looking. So tank, and probably smart too. WOW.

"You are marrying her."

WHAT THE FLIPPING DONKEY HAMMERFEETS DID THAT BLONDE SAY?

I'M MARRYING HIM?

But, young blonde, i'm only 14 bro.

"I'm marrying him?" I stutter, panicking at the word 'marry'. I feel like it hits me more fiercely than the 'hate' word.

"Yes you are. And when I mean marry, I really mean you two are going to marry. We already booked everything and your wedding is next Sunday."

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A/N: Okay, she's 14. I know. But she's a princess. They are allowed to marry at any age. And to have you-know-what at any age. So like, yeah. I guess its kinda cool. IM WRITING THIS AT SCHOOL. SO FEEL SOME SYMPATHY CAS I WROTE ALL THIS IS A PERIOD (1hr) SO YEAH. IMA GO NOW AND DIG A HOLE SOMEWHERE. JK. please comment and subscribe :3