It hurts when I move my arm. It hurts even more as I opened them up and the tailors were taking my measurements. My aunt, the queen was finally convinced by my progress in training that she immediately had me fitted for a new dress.

“Please. Don’t make the dress heavy and puffy.” I told the tailors.

“As you wish, Princess.” The head designer, Gary nodded.

“We’re done.” One of his assistants said and they helped me put on my shirt. My sore muscles screamed in pain with every movement that I have to gasp in relief when it was over.

“Thanks, everyone.” I told them as I headed for...