The Princess sat fuming. “My father called off the engagement! I did what he asked, I picked a suitor and said yes. What more does he want?”

  The dragon hadn’t read her notes, so she skimmed them quickly. She hummed, then gasped, and looked up. “Princess! You can’t marry a Lich Lord!”

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  The Princess folded her arms. “Why not? Lawrence* is a sweet guy.”

  “He wanted to enslave your kingdom,” the dragon said.

  “Meh,” the Princess shrugged. “Sometimes, so do I.”

  *See The NOT Chronological Mis-Adventures of Prunhiline and Britina for more about Lawrence the Lich Lord!