"Please," she requested, as she got back into the seat behind the wheel, "Address me henceforth as princess." Tatianna felt very tired after her transformation. But not as tired as the bodies in her wake.
"Yes ma'am, I mean -- Your Highness," he replied, careful not to mockingly hiss the final syllable when she was in earshot.
And as the white sports car continued its journey into a foreign country, across a freeway ravaged by a nuclear ice age, an evil grin twisted across the stolen face of Tsarevna Tatianna the Second. All around, men on white horses clung to tridents and sought to keep her safe. And her eyes began to read, for the first time, the love letters from the man she'd soon marry.
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