Historical Romance

PRINCESSES DON'T SWIM

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That boy’s such a pain. Why does everything have to be on his own time…I’ve been here long enough; I’m getting bored with this scene. I sat on a tiny row boat and bobbed up and down in the calm, deep waters. I wish Daniel were here, I kept thinking. We would take off in a heartbeat and leave Phelusus in the dust. That’d teach him to make me wait. After all, I’m still a princess, and we don't tolerate being kept waiting in the middle of the sea. A hundred yards away, small waves crashed on the black basaltic rocks with rhythmic, soothing recurrence and when they retreated, showers of pebbles ...

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