The girl’s face glowed, and she stared into Felicity’s eyes with wonderment.
“Princess Felicity, the beautiful?”
An unexpected blush warmed Felicity’s cheeks. “Yes. That’s what they call me.”
Tilly’s head turned a panoramic one-eighty, soaking in the curious faces pressing in on her.
“Princess Andromeda, the gentle,” she gasped, eyes so wide they threatened to engulf her face. “Prince Michael, the strong. Prince Andrew, the trickster.”
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