“There wouldn’t be universal rejoicing if we got married,” Florizella said sharply. “Because one person, at least, wouldn’t be rejoicing, and that would be me. You know very well that I don’t want to get married yet. You know very well that we agreed to be friends. And if you want to be friends with me then you have to see that I am not the sort of princess who is going to get caught by a dragon and wait to be rescued!”
Merit Cravan, only heir to the barony of Cravan and current absentee from her own betrothal ball, locked herself in her room.
Then pushed a dresser in front of the door, just in case. The dresser was heavy, and pushing it left her dress askew and her carefully curled and pinned updo a tangled mess by the time she was done.