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“It’s not that,” she said, brow furrowed as always. “It’s just that we’re no different, you and I.” 

“No different?” Here we go again, I thought. “There are some differences, Your Grace.” 

“Please,” she said, almost scowling--as if she could scowl, “Please don’t call me that.” 

“There are differences, Lafrindyx,” I repeated. 

“So your parents aren’t royalty. So? That’s not to say you’re less wise or intelligent. That’s not to say I have any idea what I’m doing out there, day after day, changing people’s lives.” 

“Who am I supposed to get wisdom from?” I asked. “You’re the only role model I have! The king and queen are airheads; even you know that.” 

“Those are my parents you’re talking about,” Lafrindyx said, somewhat heatedly. “But it is true that they don’t always model the epitome of wisdom. Still, I would be as powerless as you if not for my parents.” 

“And that,” I said, smoothing a final wrinkle out of her robes, “is the difference between us.” 

“It’s not fair,” Lafrindyx muttered. “You should be. Or I shouldn’t be. We should be the same, one way or another.” She looked up suddenly. She had moments like that, moments where she was so transparent, so passionate that it was as though I could see down her eyes through to her very soul, and it was a furnace. “I want to change things, Anhia.” 

“Well, good luck with that,” I snorted. (Only the princess’s favorite attendant could get away with snorting at her.) “I don’t think you’ll be able to change millennia of tradition in a single lifetime, no matter how noble your goal. Get out in that throne room! Help who you can. That’s all any of us can really do.”

The End

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