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Next in Line for the Throne
Aspen’s POV Sadly, as soon as the circle broke up and people went back to dancing in their own groups, the nobles, merchants, tradesmen, and farmers all podded together on one side of the dance floor. I’d hoped for more intermingling, but it seemed it couldn’t be helped. Jack came up to me while I was at the buffet table taking little nibbles of sweet breads. “May I have this dance, little mouse?” He laughed, holding out a hand. I smiled and took his hand. “You may.” Jack twirled me out into the dance area. “I quite like Ember Moon’s folk music,” he said. “I know. It’s very upbeat, all things considered,” I replied. “It is. So, how does it feel to be queen?” Jack asked. “Overwhelming,” I admitted. “I suppose it feels about the same to be the Crown Prince.” Jack chuckled. “It does,
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