"Pride, Prose, and Princes" by dancingpetal It wasn't at all as intimidating as I'd imagined. Except for the designer clothing and the occasional glitter of a 500 carat diamond watch or necklace, it looked like any old upper-class garden party. Another uniformed attendant, a Yurble this time, noticed me. "Name, Miss?"
The Rebel's Heart: Part Three "You are my daughter and a Princess. I don't want anything to happen to you. You may never forget that you are a Princess first..."