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Daphne POV
What a genuine surprise.
The dragon actually won.
Over Prince Gallant.
I guess it really was true love.
There's a wedding invitation on my desk. Scented, enchanted, and possibly self-aware—it keeps scooting to the center every time I push it aside. Gilded with little embossed roses. The RSVP line is sparkling.
"Princess Floribella & Sir Drake, Defender of Hearts, Cordially Invite You to Their Union."
Sir Drake. Of course he got knighted.
I sip my tea and stare at it.
After a hundred days of competitive courting—ballads, duels, magical gift baskets, and an unfortunate skywriting incident involving glitter—Princess Floribella chose the seven-foot fire-breathing poetry-writing dragon over the golden-haired prince who probably moisturizes with moonlight.
Honestly?
Good for her.
Prince Gallant did not take it well. He cried. Then yelled. Then tried to sword fight Drake in a moment of desperation and singed his eyebrows off.
