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    Chapter 13
    Laurence, Roses, and Luck.

    Boys burst through the door.
    But not just any boys. Beautiful boys, with thick hair, lean, muscular frames and stunning smiles. They rode pure white stallions, jousting playfully. Breeches came untucked, so each princess could glimpse soft skin and taut muscles. They began to settle, until they each suddenly pulled out a red rose and threw it to the girl that most caught their eye. Juliet caught a rose immediately , swooned, and gazed lovingly at the boy who threw it to her – A tanned, blond, muscular prince with blue eyes and a dazzling smile.
    “Laurence of Camelot. Son of Agatha and Tedros. Isn’t he perfect?” Juliet whispered to Dawn.
    Dawn, on the other hand, was not listening. A lot of girls had dropped, missed or ignored their roses. She was disgusted to think these incompetent idiots couldn’t even catch a rose. She had caught three, all of which had been tossed to her. She smiled politely , (Vomiting inside) and tucked them into her lace and leather belt. She settled down –
    And a last boy burst through the door.
    He had silky, pale blond hair, peach skin, and strong, perfectly tanned biceps. Immediately, every girl (except Dawn, who raised an eyebrow ) collectively swooned.
    He smiled, raised his hands to his lips, and blew a kiss.
    Dawn thought she’d be sick. BOYS.
    He fought every boy at once, sometimes winning, sometimes losing. Dawn observed his swordplay. His defence wasn’t bad, but his attack was awful. It was all over the place. Dawn knew swordplay as well as she knew the back of her own hand, as she had to learn how to defend herself from the old, vile gentlemen with groping hands and sickly smiles as she returned from school.
    He pulled a rose from his shirt. Every girl, except Dawn, who was still thinking about swords, and Juliet, who was gazing wistfully at Laurence, rose and jostled like swans wanting food, all desperately wanting this boy. His eye caught one girl. He lofted the rose in the air –
    And it landed in Dawn’s lap.
    She slowly looked up, only to see a meet the rich, vivid green eyes of a fairytale prince, smiling charmingly at her, expecting her to blush, flirt, wink…
    Dawn did none of that. Instead, she faked a smile, tucked the red rose with the other three, and placed her hands in her lap. She had an enviable ability stay cool under pressure.
    Lucky her.

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