Chapter Twenty-Seven Marguerite “One month, and a week,” I murmured, as a maid clipped my nails. I felt uncomfortable but I already knew that there was nothing I could do to turn them away. “What?” Romane asked.“One month and one week has passed since I came to your kingdom. I’m home sick, no offense.”She chuckled, her pretty eyes twinkling. “None taken, Princess.”“I’m not a Princess, Romane. You know that.” I blushed, but turned my face to hide it. She shrugged. “You look like one.” “Dressed in leather?” I made a face.“Well, no one said every Princess has to wear fancy dresses, and a crown.” She argued. She was seated on the chair beside me. Quite a few times, I’d noticed some of the servants bow to her. Yet, she claimed she was one of the other servants. I didn’t know how things worked here, so I couldn’t bring the subject up. “Can’t argue with that.” I cracked a grin.I stared out through the window, burying the one question I wanted to ask within
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