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Word of Princess Donna’s talent spread, but not in the way she hoped. Prince Aldric of Thornwood, a solemn young man with a polished sword and an emptier smile, heard the story and misinterpreted it entirely. He saw a princess who cared —cared about a flickering candle, cared about a broken gear. He decided she would care for his crumbling, melancholy castle, his sullen court, and his own wounded heart.

And somewhere in Veravalle, a chandelier flickered once—just once, out of pure joy. princess donna

“The court tinkerer is sixty-seven and afraid of heights,” Donna replied, already halfway up the gilded ladder. “Besides, a princess should know how her own castle works.” Word of Princess Donna’s talent spread, but not

“Your Highness, please,” begged the steward. “Let the court tinkerer handle it.” He decided she would care for his crumbling,

Kaelen was quiet for a long moment. Then she said, “Stay.”

She dismantled the candle arm, her fingers greasy with lamp oil, and reset the tiny copper gear. When she lit the candle, it burned with a steady, happy flame. She descended the ladder, smudged her nose with soot, and grinned. That evening, the chandelier glowed without a single tremor.