It is a documented fact. I read it in People magazine.

There's nothing secret about it. Everyone knows that I am waiting for my real parents, the king and queen, to come restore me to my rightful throne.

But I had loved him. A part of me still did. Maybe more than a part of me, because I'm a complete moron.

I was an unhappy child, and that puts me off having a child of my own.

The fact is, I love him. He's the boy I want and one day he'll be MINE.

Susannah." My dance partner's breath was soft against my cheek. "Susannah...." Yeah. In my dreams. In real life, the voice calling my name wasn't a bit masculine. That's because it belonged to a twelve-year-old boy.

We were a very funny family. Humour was the tool with which my brother and I tried to get attention. We were always trying to be the funniest.