“The Spring Prince?” I snort. “You mean the masked man in the armor? Yeah, I met him. He wrapped his hand around my throat and choked me out.” Marigold sits beside me on the bed, eyes wide. “How hard?” My eyes widen. “W-what?” She gives a devious leer. “Well, if any of the princes wanted to wrap their large hands around my throat—” “Marigold!” Astrid hits her with the side of her apron. “You’re so bad.”
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