“My Lady! My Lady!.. Princess Malina!”
I was walking through one of the castle courtyards. Ok, stalking through it would be more accurate, and I was so unused to hearing anyone address me, that I had ignored the calling voice until they used my name.
“Damn titles. Useless, blasted things..” I muttered under my breath as I turned, plastering a falsely chipper smile on my face. “Hello Matron! How can I help you today?” The woman was nearly red-faced from chasing me, and I blessed my life that I was born a Shifter, allowing me to dispense with the ridiculous corsets. Mostly. The Matron of the orphanage gripped my hand, panting.
“I don’t know how you did it, but thank you!” She gushed. Taken aback, I blinked, and tried to keep my smile from faltering.
“You’re welcome, but whatever for?” I
