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A little excerpt from the fresh couple chapters posted:
Hope drew her head back from the hatch at the top of the carriage and sat down, sighing.
“They’re talking religion,” she informed the princess. “Old people love to talk religion.”
Nive looked at her with a haughty but curious expression. “Who are you?”
“I’m Hope. I’m a scout. And I’m your guard,” Hope said cheerfully. “I’ll be making sure that you stay in, you know, custody.”
Nive’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly at that news. “I don’t want to be in custody. I had other plans. I am supposed to be getting married.”
“Married!” Hope clapped her hands. “How exciting! Who is the lucky lady?”
“It’s a prince,” Nive said.
“Oh.” Hope screwed up her nose for a moment. “Well. If you like that sort of thing, I suppose that’s alright. You’re sure it’s a prince? Not a princess who lost the last couple letters of her title?”