You know, I wasn’t always the outcast. I had a good amount of friends growing up, that was until seventh grade. After that, my friends slowly dwindled away. Whispers and snickers while walking through the halls passing my classmates, “it’s a good thing Delaney will never be fit to be of royalty,” “Look at her! She’d only be best at being a servant to the king and queen!” That all stopped when the announcement day came for the contest to choose who will be the one to win over the prince’s heart and join him in taking the heir to the throne. Because out of all people, Prince Elliott chose me. And I wasn’t even a participant in the contest.