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“Keeping yourself nice and trim, I see,” said Ansel approvingly. Well, that certainly wouldn’t do. Prince or no prince, he had no right commenting on how she ate. Wren shot her hand out and shoved an entire tart into her mouth. “SHANGED SHMY MINDSH,” she said, crumbs flying from her lips. “MMM, DELSHSSS!”
She hadn’t come all the way to the palace to betray her sister and steal her life only to end up sharing her crown with some puzzle-obsessed Gevran prince.
Wren briefly considered crawling into the oven and bursting into flames until only the ashes of her regret remained.