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He nodded. “Daddy says it’s because they like each other.”

“No.”

“Ew.”

Orien ignored them and looked at me. “Do you and the Adelaar fight a lot?”

“No.” I paused, thinking back to when we first met, then smiled. “Well, we kind of do actually.”

“See,” Orien said to them.

And they made faces at him.

“When do you become queen?” Victoria asked me, smartly changing the subject. For a seven-year-old, the little girl was sharp.

“Why? Don’t you like Queen Elspeth?”

“I like her,” she whispered with less confidence. “But when will it be you?”

I sucked on my juice box, but for once, they stopped talking to look at me with their undivided attention.

All I could do was shrug. “I don’t know if I want to be the queen.”

“Why?” Vicky yelled at me angrily.

“Why do you want me to be queen?”

Her face puffed up, and she crossed her arms.

“Because you have big hair,” Leo said.

“What?” I laughed.

“It’s like a lion.” Orien giggled. “Roar.”

Was I being made fun of?

“Vicky’s hair is big, too, but our teacher said she had to cut it or wear it less dis-dis-sacting?” Leo looked at his brother.

“Do you mean distracting?” I asked and looked at Vicky, who held her baseball cap tight.

“Yep, whatever that means.” Leo popped another chip into his mouth.

I looked back at Vicky, who was holding on to her cap for dear life. “Can I see your hair?”

“It’s ugly.”

“No hair is ever ugly,” I said back to her.

But she shook her head.

“She tried to make it straight like yours before, but it didn’t work,” Orien whispered into my ear. “She had to cut it.”

I didn’t know what he meant until Leo grabbed her cap. “See, she said no hair is ugly, and it’s not that bad!”

Her hair was short now, a small little curly top.

“Give it back, Leo!” she screamed, grabbing her hat and putting it back onto her head.

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