The seventh princess

oday, though, was... different. Mortifying. I was browsing the pottery stand, looking for a new vase for my room, when I saw them. Just a bunch of plain iron spo

stent and unbearable, as if something hungry had just been awakened withi

al pot right next to my ear. My hands felt even twitchier, and this weird urge bubbled up inside me, a feeling I couldn't explain. Bef

eresting! The bell in my head quieted down as soon as the spoons were hidden, but now a different kind of noise filled my ears – the frantic beating

at the next stall. I'm hoping nobody noticed my weird spoon moment. I finished shopping and my cart was checked and packaged by the cashier who se

r Hig

. He bowed his head slightly. "Forgive me, Princess Isla, but

y voice steady, even though my stomac

ou place something in your bag without paying." He avoided

's not right. I wouldn't..." I trailed off, unsure what I was t

protocol... perhaps if you would just allow me a glance into your bag, we can clear this mi

It was Mrs. Gable from the pottery stall, her arms crossed and a look of bo

n't even paid it any mind! "I... I don'

device. It... it seems to have recorded you putting two of hi

w on earth did those get in there? I looked at the guard, who was now looking even more uncomfortable, then at Mrs. Gable, my face hot with

e, cleared his throat. "Your Highness," he began hesitantly, "I... I un

wept into the small office from the car she had been waiting for me to get back, her express

complicated." I just wanted this w

aving no room for argument. "This man stopped

formality. "Princess Anne, I am under strict orders from the King

cool and professional. "Princess Isla," he said, his voice even and unwavering. "word has been sent to the palace of th

h. His presence felt less like a rescue

he market vendor activated a silent alarm connected directly to the Liam outpost stationed near the market. Given the pri

ating me with the same detached profe

r? This is ludicrous! Isla wouldn't hu

security footage." He gestured towards the market guard. "He informs m

la want iron spoons?" She turned to me, her usual harshness soft

he next... I don't remember anything about spoons until they were suddenly in my bag. It's the strangest thing." The r

is 'security footage' is faulty, or someone is mistaken." She fixed a demanding stare on the market guard. "You will review t

incesses, it would be best to return to the palace now. Given the... unusual na

tement! My sister is being accused of

ittle sick to my stomach. The thought of faci