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"You're really a princess, Chastine?"
They kept asking me the same question repeatedly, and I was starting to get fed up with it.
"Nope. I'm not their princess. They just call me that because it's what they're used to."
"But why are they all bowing to you if you're not their princess?" Anne asked, pointing to the white elves who were bowing respectfully in our direction.
I scratched my head, feeling a bit awkward, before turning my attention to the elf man who had greeted us earlier. "You. What's your name?"
"H-how could I dare tell my name to the p-princess?" he stammered.
I let out an exasperated sigh. "How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not your princess? You can just call me by my name. So, tell me your name."
The elf hesitated, and some of the others seemed equally stunned. "I-I'm Dracob... but is it okay if we just call you Princess A-Aphrodite?"
"Aphrodite is fine, but drop the 'Princess." I replied.
