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Lady Rose Warren stared into the blackness of the night from her bedroom window. Suddenly, a figure appeared through the blackness. She immediately noticed that it was a man. Probably another of Patricia's suitors, she thought bitterly. Her cousin, Patricia, was always picking on her just because she wasn't quite royalty. There used to be rumored that she was a bastard child. Patricia of course, started it. I hate her. She thinks she's so high and mighty just because she's a princess and I'm her cousin, the courtier.

Just then, she realized that it was a young man she saw in town. John was his name. John Potter. She thought about shouting to him and wave, but then thought that she would draw too much attention to herself. No, she would just have to go down and greet him in person. I shall just go to see him in the morning she thought as she walked to her bed. Before she fell asleep, she came to an amazing conclusion: if Patricia rejected him, Rose could see if he would court her. She wondered why she didn't think of it before. She soon fell into a deep and restful sleep.

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Meanwhile outside the gate, John Potter and his friend Simon Black stood outside the castle. James had dark hair that stuck up in every place imaginable. He had very bright brown eyes that made up for his hair. He was also very skinny. Simon Black was a handsome young fellow who had slicked back dark brown hair, stunning blue eyes and a muscular body. "Is this another thing of yours that I'm going to regret, Simon?" asked John with a suspicious look on his face. "No of course not. Luckily for you, I know that if Patricia doesn't court you, her cousin Rose might. Do not worry. There should not really be a problem," replied Simon. "Good because the last time I trusted you, I got a slap from the last girl after admitting that I am not royalty. I hope Patricia and Rose do not know about this," John replied as he breathed a sigh of relief. Little did they know, a pair of beady eyes was peering out at them. Princess Patricia had her Elongated neck sticking out of the throne room window. "Father you will not believe that a peasant wants to court me. He is not even handsome, but the man next to him is very good looking," whined Patricia. "Call Rose in here. She can have the less handsome of the two if she wishes," replied King Justin. King Justin had shoulder-length black hair with dark brown eyes. He normally had a unibrow, but had it shaved. His teeth were very straight and neat, especially during this time. With that, Patricia waddled her way as best she could with her fat stuffed into a corset about ten sizes too small for her and a huge bustle behind her to Rose's room. Rose was already dressed and ready. She wore an emerald green gown. Her corset was a little too big for her, as it was Patricia's old corset. On her feet were green silk slippers. As she was pulling her flaming red hair into a set of French braids, Patricia waddled in, out of breath. "Father... would... like ..... to.... see.... you.....now," she puffed. Rose immediately froze in fright. What did I do now? she thought. She followed Patricia down the various corridors to King Justin's throne room. "Yes, Uncle?" Rose asked.