That night I met the crew I’d be sailing with for the next month. They were rowdy from the moment I stepped into the house, eager to meet the Princess that dared to sail alongside them through danger. My brother fit right into this crowd, I realized. He wasn’t like my father at all. My father was a devoted ruler to Oceane and always had been. He’d come from Prune, where they believed strongly in honor. Armelle believed in living in the moment, taking life as it comes. He believed in being in the heat of the battle, not giving the orders from a safe distance. He believed honor came from inclusion, and his people respected him for it. Here, they didn’t call him Prince, they called him Melle. He was their friend. He was living the life I’d always wanted. I watched my brother drink with the sailors. While I didn’t participate, I enjoyed the ambiance. As a Princess, the only parties I’d ever been to were balls, and they were not nearly as fun. In fact, compared to the cheerful singing an
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