In front of me there is a ginger-haired girl, seemingly one year older than me. Her skin tone is whiter than any person I've met from Wesgoth, and she speaks with a weird accent.
But, most importantly, her uniform is the same as mine. Which means that she is royalty.
"So, you're the princess slave everyone has been talking about lately. I'm Urraca Sahagun, legitimate crown princess of the kingdom of Castro, and I have a real father."
And I hate her already.
Well, at least she was very open about her prejudices and isn't trying to sugarcoat insults to appear friendly. That makes things a lot easier for me.
But I have to play my part of a well-educated little princess, so I smile as if nothing bad has been said.
"I'm pleased to meet you, Lady Urraca. I'm Aurea Annes, princess of the kingdom of Wesgoth."
Smile and wave is my motto right now. Just smile and wave.
