The Five Princes [COMPLETE]

Prologue

[For Mature Audience: Contains s****l content]

It is decreed that the heir (or heiress) of the Dominic throne must pick one of five princesses (or princes) from the bordering kingdoms to marry. They must choose their wives (or husbands) efficiently based off of s****l interests. This is made so for the prosperity of Dominic, for future heirs (and heiresses), for there is no better connection than that of sexuality. The heir (or heiress) will be given a week with the five princesses (or princes) after the Sunday ritual of Virginity Lost where the heir (or heiress) can choose anyone to give their Virginity to. This is so that s****l stimuli are heightened during intercourse with each of the five princesses (or princes).

Monday~ Cameron Kingdom (Knowledge)

Tuesday~ Lux Kingdom (Enigma)

Wednesday~ Piper Kingdom (Nature)

Thursday~ Ambrose Kingdom (Strength)

Friday~ Welch Kingdom (Art)

On Saturday, the heir (or heiress) may choose who they'll bed, it could be only one, and it could be all five. And on Sunday, the heir (or heiress) MUST choose who they'll marry by midnight or the King and Queen (or their advisor) will choose. Please keep all this information in mind and have a wonderful Coming of Age.

I knew it the moment my seventeenth birthday arrived: I can't do it.

Although I'm the Princess of Dominic known as the Kingdom of Concord, I couldn't subject myself to choosing a husband based on s****l interest. It's been a tradition since olden days. However, I've seen what choosing a spouse by s****l interest entails.

My mother was my father's choice from his Coming of Age, she arriving from Welch, the Kingdom of Art. After I was born though, father became ill and this illness made him infertile. By the time I was four, father didn't find mother sexually appealing anymore and ventured to other women. I didn't understand. My mother was desired throughout the kingdom as beautiful, intelligent, funny, and so on. Yet, he turned his back on her. A year later, she died, the doctors saying there was a problem with her heart.

Til this day, I don't understand why he cast his back towards her, and I feared the same would happen for myself one day. On the inside, I blamed father despite having no proof it was his fault—knowing it wasn't his fault—but I knew if I made the wrong choice, I'd end up like my mother. Dead.

So I ran.