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"The Brightvale Market" by fleurdust
"Stop fidgeting, Jojo, and straighten your crown!"
Princess Jourys shuffled in her scratchy, too-puffy dress and scowled. "Mother, I want to go the market!"
Her mother tutted and reached forward to straighten her daughter's crown herself. "I've told you a thousand times, not today. We're expected at court. Your uncle is so looking forward to seeing you."
"It's so boooooring," huffed Jourys. "And he's not my uncle."
"He's as good as, and he'd done a lot for our family. It's all his doing that you're a princess at all, so do as I say and stop fussing!"
Jourys flopped back in her seat and scowled. The carriage was drawn by a Rainbow Alabriss, and causing something of a stir in the streets. She peeked out between the curtains and caught sight of the flags and banners of the market fluttering above the rooftops. It was so close...the Royal Ixi princess was almost on the point of clambering out of the window and making a run for it when her overbearing mother grabbed the back of her dress and pulled her upright.
"You've got something on your nose. Goodness, Jojo, what should I do with you? If I hear any of this nonsense about the market when we get to the castle, I shall send you to your room for a week, do you hear?"
Jourys pouted. "Stop calling me Jojo, I hate that."
"Have it your way, Princess Jourys." She put a nasty emphasis on the words. "Now stop sulking, and at least try to smile, won't you?"
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