Yeah, Mom, I’ll just keep telling the prince that he has absolutely no shot with me and offend him as often as I can. Great plan.
That was my great ambition. Not to be Illea's princess. To be Aspen's.
Could it be that simple? Tell one story to one generation and repeat it until it was accepted as fact?
It was almost comforting, this mutual acceptance of our secrets.
...I want it to be as easy as breathing for you to say yes.
Maybe what I wanted was stupid. Maybe it wasn't even something I could have. But, still it was mine. I didn't think I could sacrifice my dreams, no matter how much my family meant to me.