Crowning: We Got Fake Married

“Dear Layla,


I hope this letter finds you well, I’m not sure if you remember me, but if it helps to jog your memory, we got married by the swings at the Greenfield playground that winter I came to the states when we were kids. Dejun Amani. I wish to inform you that the vows we took that day are valid, and due to those circumstances, I require my Queen to the throne here in the land of Azaria Erelle. This is non-negotiable and would need your presence two weeks from the date of this letter at 534 Parkville Street on the roof of the building at 10 AM.


Do not worry about bringing necessities as all will be provided for, should you need any of your things, they will be moved to the palace, so please, just bring yourself.


I look forward to seeing you.


Signed,
Prince Dejun Amani
Heir to the Azaria Empire.


The clusterfuck of emotions hit me all at one time, happiness, omg, hope, and rage all at the same time. Happy that I finally got to hear from him, even if I never admit that to a waking soul ever, oh my God, because an actual prince even remembers me (assuming he is one and this isn’t some f****d up prank); and hopeful that if this shit is real I have a solution to all my problems and I never have to work a day in my life again, ever, and angry because rolling in the back of my mind was, where the fuck were you when I needed you, with anything I ever went through.


Like dude, it was a fake wedding, some shit he randomly said outta nowhere, and I just went along with it; how the hell did it turn into THIS?!