PRINCESS DACIANAThe next morning a harsh rapping at my chamber door jolted me awake. Before I could even protest, Lady Blaire swept into the room, her expression as cold as winter’s breath.“Rise at once, Daciana,” she commanded. “You have already squandered enough of the morning. Royal duties await.”Suppressing a groan, I pulled myself from the warmth of my bed. The maids rushed in at her signal, they stripped away my nightclothes and draped me in a royal attire but today I welcomed it because today, I would find my masked Prince.“Do try to appear more enthusiastic,” Aunt Blaire chided, her lips twisting into a scornful arch. “You represent not only yourself but this kingdom. Do not tarnish our name with your sulking.”I offered her a polite, if tight, smile. “Of course, Aunt. I shall behave in the most exemplary fashion.”A knowing scoff escaped her, but she stepped aside, allowing the maids to finish pinning my hair with delicate pearls. Once the preparations were complete, I wa
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