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Not The Chosen One

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Closing her eyes for a moment, she tried to calm herself, hardly daring to breathe.

She felt too young to wed, and was not yet willing to leave girlhood behind. Balls and dancing were enticing to her, but her interest in male partners ended there. She did not look forward to the duller parts of being a wife, and would rather not be the first to produce a royal child. A nephew or niece would be easier to deal with than a baby of her own.

The youngest princess sighed with relief as the soldier took her eldest sister’s hand.