Tamaryn III

"Is the seamstress your mom?" asked Lafrindyx, not noticing my silence. 

"No, she's my Second. My parents died fighting Citrinites." 

"Wow!" Lafrindyx's eyes were huge. "They must have been so brave!" 

"Yeah, I guess. I don't know. They died when I was little." 

"I'm sorry," said Lafrindyx gently, laying her hand on my shoulder. (The princess was touching me!) 

"I don't remember them," I said. 

"Are you going to be a seamstress too?" 

"Someday probably. When I'm old enough." 

"I wish I could learn how to sew. It would be so much fun to design my own dresses! But princesses aren't supposed to learn things like that." 

"Why not?" 

"We have other people to do our sewing for us." 

"But what if you want to do it yourself?" 

Lafrindyx shrugged. "I don't know. That's just how it is." She looked around.

"There are so many dresses here! Do you bring over friends to play dress-up?" 

I shook my head. "I don't know any other girls either. Dansil--she's the seamstress--likes me to stay around the store to help out." 

"You must be pretty busy! This is the finest tailor shop in Mystic Fire Topaz!"

Lafrindyx twirled around in excitement; her skirt blossomed and swirled around her. She looked like magic incarnate. "I have to stay inside too. I have to learn manners and grammar and math and music and drawing and soon I'm going to study politics so I can be queen!" 

"Politics?" What a strange word. 

"How Tribes get along and how to make people happy. I'm going to study really hard. I want to make sure everyone is happy when I'm queen." Lafrindyx turned her eyes back on me. "Hey! Maybe you could come and learn politics with me!" 

Imagine that! "But I'm not going to be queen."

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