“My father is furious about the ambassador’s dinner party,” the Princess said, rolling her eyes in disdain.

  The Dragon flipped through her notes, humming. Suddenly, she snorted, barely suppressing a laugh. “Princess, you shouldn’t belch at the table, especially during a diplomatic dinner.”

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  The Princess grinned proudly. “It had to come out. And it was pretty epic.”

  “Yes,” the Dragon continued, reading aloud. “‘You shouted: Eleven bitches.’”

  The Princess nodded. “Yes. Yes, it was.”