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... the ironwood doors of the West Wing feeling less like a Tutor and more like a knight marching into a dragon’s mouth.
Princess Leonora was waiting for me by the entrance, wringing her hands. She took one look at my outfit and blinked.
I was wearing my usual grey dress and apron. But on my head, strapped tight under my chin, was a solid steel helmet I had borrowed from the Royal Guard armory. It was polished to a mirror shine and had a little red plume on top.
"Primrose?" L ...
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