Misfits?" Sasha gets out raged before I can even think of a response. "Unorthodox, yes. Lacking in fashion sense? Possibly. But that will change with a little help from Marta and myself. More importantly, Devin is an excellent roommate... friendly, kind, and the sort of Princess who wouldn't stab you in the back the first chance she gets. She's a way better choice than you."Whoa. Sasha is a force to be reckoned with.

Look, I like the prince title myself. Carriage processions? ILove them. Perfecting the royal wave?. His right hand moves slowly through the air. His technique is mesmerizing. I excel. But I'd much rather be seated at a table with the royal cort discussing how to make a cranberry apple soufflé than be out there slaying an actual dragon...

The ballroom of Royal Academy might be the most magnificent sight I've ever seen. The enormous room is lit entirely by clouds of fireflies that float near the ceiling. Flowers crawl down the walls like ivy, while dozens of beautiful potted trees give the room the illusion of an enchanted forest.

Do either of you like...dragonsThe girl with the ribbon lights up like a firefly. I've always wanted to meet a dragon!Bingo!

You back up princess. This isn't a job for you.It is if you keep screwing up! I pull the sword out of his hand.

Devin, stay back! I've got this!" Heath says as he struggles to break free.I wave the pearl necklace higher. "It's a nice, sparkly necklace," I say. "So which do you want? Shiny jewelry or a smelly prince?"The harpy drops Heath to the floor and grabs the jewelry. Heath looks up at me in surprise."You're welcome," I say...

There's no greater travesty in Mothers life than not having the right gown , even for something as informal as a trip to the the village.

Jacques let's go of my arm and slowly steps away from me. He can sense a teakettle about to whistle when he sees one.

Rains is now clutching her chest, her face full of panic.What if some worthy prince sees Amber before me and is smitten? What if my future rule comes down to this moment, and I've already blown it? She begins to hyperventilate.I fan her with the wide sleeve of my dress. It's going to be fine.