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"This is her?" a blonde woman with a pointy nose asks, her raised finger barely sharper than her beak. "This is the fucking breeder?"
I take a deep breath, not wanting any trouble. I am obviously outnumbered, and while I have no problem kicking Lysandra's ass and her friends' asses, I have a feeling I can't take Prince Theo and Prince Rowan. Not at the same time anyway. I imagine they've both got some sort of warrior training.
"Good morning, Princess Lysandra," I say, tipping my head down. "Prince Theo, Prince Rowan… ladies."
"Don't you know you're supposed to stand and curtsy when you're in the presence of your superiors?" Lysandra says, kicking me in the leg with her shoe. It's not hard enough to hurt, but it doesn't feel good.
"Oh, but don't you recall, sister dear," Rowan says, pulling her back by her arm. "She's a princess, too, remember?"
