I wonder if he has a wife waiting for him? Why does that thought make me feel so itchy? No, not itchy. I feel … I feel… Jealous? Is that the right word for it? Jealousy isn’t something I’ve ever had to deal with. Not as the princess. If I desire something, all I have to do is snap my fingers and it’s mine. Food, clothing, books, jewels? Whatever I request, my drones and foragers will provide it. But I can’t make someone give me their heart. Not even a princess can do that.
