How many people does it take to clean this place? A thousand? Maybe more than that.

"Your highness," the butler, I assume says as we walk up. Am I supposed to bow? I want to bow but he pinched me in the arms.

"Don't bow to the staff. Bow to the King... your... never mind." He whispered, aggressively into my ear.

"My who?"

"Forget it, Princess."

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For every reader who's ever felt out of place—
Maybe you were just meant for a throne.