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She hung around the stables constantly and would very often get in the road of him and his men. No one dared cross her because her mother was the queen, yet, more than once, he had found himself biting his lip to keep from telling her how he felt. On the other hand, if he answered the queen with the truth, informing her that her daughter was a spoiled, tomboyish brat, it probably wouldn’t go over very well. He looked to Lord High Chamberlain for help, but Lord High Chamberlain pointedly ignored him. He stammered his answer, his mind was confused and searching for what to say. “Well, I...” He was relieved that the queen interrupted his babbling. She leaned forward and looked him fiercely in the eye as she spoke. “Do you realize that on that day there will be a grand ball where all of the young lords, dukes, and other high society young men will come to meet the young princess? She will be expected to dance with them, to make intelligent conversation with them, and above all, to carry herself like a princess.” Jacob gulped and nodded. “Yes, Your Majesty.” He was bewildered as to where this conversation could be heading. He had come in here sure they were going to be discussing security matters, and he couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out what the princess’s readiness for her Princess Ball could have to do with that. No one said anything for a short time as the queen 14