[center][h1][color=powderblue] Princess Amalia[/color][/h1][/center]

Amalia rushed after Harold, worrying for his safety. A kitchen was not a safe place for a three-year-old, nor an appropriate place for her two prince brothers to be. She entered the kitchen, and seeing the cookies frowned with distaste. Sweets before breakfast? What brand of buffoon was this servant? Seeing her brother talking to the girl, she frowned even more. Such impropriety!

[color=powderblue]"Maid."[/color] she said, addressing the servant girl with clear distaste. Her voice was sharp as she said [color=powderblue]"Go make us some breakfast. I'm sure my brothers and I are hungry. An omelet or two would suffice."[/color] Having taken care of the problem, she turned around to her brothers. [color=powderblue]"Let's get out of here. It stinks."[/color] she said, fanning her nose with her fingers.

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