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Louis As soon as I stepped off the plane, they descended on me like a swarm of mosquitoes. My personal guard, the aides, the advisors, the cameras, a few citizens who managed to get in to film me on their cellphones, and the biggest bloodsucker of them all, my personal assistant, Leanne. “Welcome home, your highness,” she said, without so much as a trace of a welcoming smile. Her ash-blond hair was pulled back into its usual bun, which did not flatter her long face, with a nose that was a bit too big, and a jaw that was too small. But what she lacked in physical beauty, she made up for in brains, and despite her sour face, she was a kind and compassionate human. She fell into step beside me on the way to the limousine that was waiting on the tarmac. “I’ve put off the meeting with Al