“You look dazzling," Rose said with a dreamy smile. "Like an angry princess.”

“Brightly woven, Diar,' Aileron said. And then dazzled them all with the warmth of his smile.”

“Goldenrod Moram had a first name that sounded like it belonged in the middle of a fairy tale, where she would be the dazzling princess in need of rescuing.”

“I hope nobody took the Razzle Dazzle Rose.”

“Do I look like a freaking fairy - tale princess to you?”

“Don’t.” I walked up to him. “If it ever comes down to asituation between me and you, save yourself. I’m not worth dyingfor.”“Princess, I-”“None of us are,” I said, looking at him seriously. “Not theQueen or any of the Markis or Marksinna. That’s a direct order fromthe Princess, and you have to follow it. Save yourself.”“I don’t understand.” Duncan’s whole face scrunched inconfusion. “But… if it’s as you wish, Princess.”“It is. Thank you,” I smiled at him and walked into the palace.”