I wasn't the average princess. I was awkward, round, and far too opinionated for a lady. That's what they told me anyway. By 'they,' I mean the people of the court. My mother. My siblings. The nobles rarely said anything to my face, but I could hear them snicker when I walked past.
The tutors often picked up criticizing me where my mother left off. They said my eyes were too dull, that I never paid attention. Others criticized my large hands. They blamed my unseemly penmanship on the size of my fingers. Lord only knew, they would have blamed the weather on me if they could have.
I was the laughingstock of the royal family until they needed me. Now I am to be the sacrificial lamb, the one they send to wed King Ryder when there is no one left to do it. Who knows, perhaps he and his savage giants will be better for me?
This is a Historical Romance novella recommended for readers 18+
